Henry was trotting down the sidewalk in front of my office on Christmas evening 2009. I went outside and called to him. He stopped, looked at me, and took off at a faster trot. The chase was on. It took me 45 minutes to finally catch him with help from some postal employees.
Henry had been living outside in the bitter cold for two weeks. He was malnourished and dehydrated. He was skinny and scared. We learned that he had been dumped by his “owners” in a field next to our office and left to fend for his own. A lot of people tried to catch him in those two weeks, but luck was on my side that day.
Over the next ten years, he had significant separation anxiety. His preferred M.O. was to be with me 24/7. Minus out of state trips, he did just that. He was at the office and home, with me every day, for the rest of his life. He played, ate, and slept with his two brothers, and had found his FurEver home.
Henry had a heart of gold and his eyes beamed sincerity. He had a great life and was loved beyond words. His absence is incredibly sad and gut wrenching. He was my boy……
Godspeed Henry, we’ll see each other again my faithful friend.
A donation was made in Henry's memory and the memorial was created on December 2, 2019.