Harley Wilson

✨ In Loving Memory of Harley Wilson ✨
April 8, 2008 – November 9, 2025

Harley Wilson was born on April 8, 2008, a precious gift from long-time friend Cindy McCoy. From that moment on, he belonged to his moma, Ms. Victoria Wilson, completely and wholeheartedly. For 17¾ beautiful years, Harley was her loyal shadow, her constant companion, her protector, and the light of her life.

Harley—affectionately known as Harley Boo Boo—shared his days with his furry siblings Mr. Boots and Kitty Bitty, and though he has now crossed the Rainbow Bridge, he was lovingly welcomed by his brother Coonie Wilson and cousin Sable, who passed before him. His human family, Nicholas Wilson, Daniel Wilson, and many nieces, nephews, and friends, cherished him deeply and will forever feel the empty space his absence leaves behind.

In his younger years, Harley loved his chew toys, long car rides—especially trips to the dump—and barking proudly out the window at cars, visitors, or anyone he believed might come near his yard. He took his job as protector seriously and always stayed close to his mom. At night, his favorite place in the world was his moma’s bed, curled up with his favorite pillow, safe and warm.

Harley enjoyed the finer foods in life—boiled chicken, juicy steak, and even Little Cesar’s cat food, which he loved sneaking whenever he could. Some of Moma’s sweetest memories are of him roaming the yard chasing squirrels or barking at the ocean waves during beach trips. He was a loyal buddy, always near, always watching, always loving with his whole heart.

Through all the years—his bark, his stubborn sass, his wobbly walk as he aged, and even his grumpy snaps at Kitty Bitty—Harley was family. He was like a son. He was a blessing. He was joy wrapped in fur. And he was loved beyond measure.

“Moma, Nick, Daniel, Ella, and Savannah Wilson all loved you so much and were blessed to have nearly 18 years with you. You were the light of my life—even in your ornery years. I miss you terribly, Harley, and I feel so lost without you. As I write this, I still think you’ll bark for me to come help you off the bed to start your day.”

But there is comfort in knowing that Harley is free now—running with Coonie, playing with Sable, chasing all the squirrels his heart desires, with endless cat food and no pain ever again.

Fly high, my loyal and best buddy. Mama will never forget you—ever. I love you forever.
— Moma

Almost 18 years of memories… a lifetime of love… and a bond that never ends.