November 2003 – August 31, 2013
Dogs are minor angels, and I don’t mean that facetiously. They love unconditionally, forgive immediately, are the truest of friends, willing to do anything that makes us happy, etcetera. If we attributed some of those qualities to a person we would say they are special. If they had ALL of them, we would call them angelic. But because it’s “only” a dog, we dismiss them as sweet or funny but little more. However when you think about it, what are the things that we most like in another human being? Many times those qualities are seen in our dogs every single day– we’re just so used to them that we pay no attention. – Jonathon Carroll
Life turns on a dime. 24 hours after my last post I was in an emergency room unable to breathe as a young female doctor explained to me that Henry was about to die.
I had brought him to the vet hospital for some blood work because he had been agitated the night before and wouldn’t eat breakfast. They skipped the blood work and went straight to an ultrasound which revealed a hemangiosarcoma tumor on his liver that was causing internal bleeding.
It is inoperable. Comes on suddenly. Gives very little warning signs.
Saturday afternoon, I drove him to Soliden. He got to walk the top of the field with Daisy and Oliver. Dave and I drove him past the house where he was a puppy as the vet hospital was right around the corner.
When he left this world, he was in my arms looking straight into my eyes.
There is much more I want (and need) to share about Henry here. I don’t know when that will be exactly as my world is spinning oddly.
This is just to let you know. A placeholder, as it were.
He was a prince.
He was all that and a bag of chips.
He was my heart. I miss him terribly.