Last night Henry ‘slept’ beside us in our bedroom, on a towel on the floor with a little bowl of water next to him.
In the morning, we walked Stella and bought her some treats, then spent an hour or so digging a small grave in Henry’s favourite sunning position. We placed a couple of towels at the bottom and put little Henry on top. Crumpet had made him a special treat of a cheese and vegemite sandwich, and I also placed a couple of corn chips and a liver treat on the towels next to him.
Crumpet covered his little body with jasmine and gave him a little paper crane. We placed calico over him and filled the grave in, crying all the while.
I asked Crumpet to make a little plaque to put next to the grave. I would like it to say:
Here lies Henry. He was a very good dog.
This is one of my favourite shots of Henry and I, taken by Crumpet only a month and a half ago. It’s going to take some time before I can look at it without it getting a little dusty in the room.
We cremated Jill on Thursday. It comforts me a little to believe that maybe, wherever she is right now, she needed a loving animal and Henry volunteered.
Farewell, Henry. You were loved, and will be missed.
It’s a bit dusty in this room too, Paul….
Paul, it’s a bit dusty here too. Hugs coming your way…
Damn
Rest in Peace Henry.
I guess I’ll never again get that excited pee on my shoe when I visit
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Don’t be too sure, Stella still needs a companion for when we’re away. That’s why we got Henry in the first place, and he did such a wonderful job keeping us all company that we’re all a little lost without him. The next puppy has very big (and silly) shoes to fill.