Teenage years
Harlem & Sahara
As a teenager I welcomed Harlem into my life, and he was special from day one. He came with his older
cousin Sahara, who was more cat than dog. She could clear a fence or leap from wall to wall like it was
nothing. Together we had adventure after adventure, and they taught me more than I could ever repay.
I knew Harlem was clever from the very start. Not long after I brought him home, I caught him having
an accident on the floor. Before I could say a word, he grabbed his puppy pad, dragged it over the
puddle, sat down on top of it and looked up at me with those big blue eyes, smiling and wagging his
tail. How could I possibly tell him off? He looked like a little blue-eyed polar bear cub, and he was
every bit as intelligent as he was adorable.
My teenage years weren't always easy, but those two were always there. No judgement, just wagging
tails and the feeling of being loved and wanted.
Because of their breed type, they were taken from me by the police. I truly thought I would never see
them again. After nine long, painful months of assessments, they were both returned home to me. Through
it all, they never changed. They stayed the same gentle, eager-to-please dogs who would give their
love to anyone who gave them a little time.
Time and again we were refused taxis and buses because of how they looked. I didn't know it then,
but that was the seed that would one day grow into Happy Pets.
Harlem passed away at home, on my sofa, with me beside him. It was one of the hardest moments of my
life, but he fought right until the very end and stayed a good boy to the last. I loved him so much
that my son carries part of his name.
When Harlem and Sahara passed, they took a piece of me with them. But their memories keep them alive
in my heart, and I miss them both dearly.