11/12/2004 - 01/08/2010
Henry, Endroma the Rancher, our big baby and gentle giant unexpectedly died at the age of 9 years and 3 months on Sunday 26 September 2010. Henry was extraordinarily sensitive and we lived our lives around and for him. We loved him from being a puppy and now we feel physical pain for the loss of our prince, companion and best friend. We miss the way he would nibble our arms, legs and toes when he was happy, and the way he had to have the television left on all night and loved to be covered up with a blanket and tucked in at bedtime. We miss his naughty habits and how he would completely empty the settee of seat cushions and lay full length in it if we left the house for ten minutes, or how he would pretend to ignore me calling him when he was in the garden and I’d have to bribe him to come in with a chew. Most of all I miss his big, soft, hairy, wet muzzle gently swooshing past my face to wake me up if I’d fallen asleep watching television, and the noisy woo woos he would make if we were two minutes late with his dinner. The house is so empty now my love has gone even though we have two other dogs; there’s a huge void in our lives and the grieving process is unbearable and going to be a long haul. Everywhere we look we see Henry – I sat on the settee yesterday hugging and smelling his blanket for comfort and sobbing uncontrollably. Oh yes, there were days I’d complain about the slobber on the windows and walls, his big paws bringing half the garden into the kitchen, the pools of water around his water dish which I’d often unexpectedly walk through in my bare feet, the scratches on the Chesterfield and how in twenty years of marriage I’d never had a new sofa - how I miss his dirty little habits – how I miss our gentle giant, how I miss our soulmate! The photograph of Henry was taken on Christmas Day 2009, when he was playing in the garden with our other dogs Tess and Chumley.
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