How Can I Ever Forget You?
It’s been a few years since Henry passed and my love for him hasn’t waned. As we approach the anniversary of “that day”………….
He was our elder statesman, our Nelson Mandela. Always diplomatic, had endless patience with Lola, survived her numerous hip checks and boy could he take a punch (code for aggressive wagging tail to the chin). He was our Angel (most of the time). He was our best friend (all of the time). We went through so much together.
At Westwood matches everyone who met him loved him. He didn’t have a mean bone in his body. All he knew was love. And we felt that love whether he was sitting quietly on our lap or whether we were hundreds of miles away apart.
I don’t normally speak out about family and friends but this is an unusual circumstance. Henry affected so many people in his own right so with great respect to his autonomy and as a familiar friendly face to many, it is with great great sadness a heavy heart that after a very hard and short 6 month battle with an aggressive gall bladder Henry passed away, two days ago. He was 14. He was far too young to leave us and we at home are devastated by his loss I am ultimately grateful for his loyal companionship and love and it is of some great comfort that he is no longer suffering. Above all we are completely gutted. The world for us was a better place with him in it and by our side.
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To our best friend ever. To me and to a family who loved him beyond words he was our greatest teacher about our own capacity to love him back. Without a doubt more than I have ever thought possible.
Henry was the best of journey companions we ever could dream of having. The first time we laid eyes on him with that golden brown hair he immediately owned our souls, found a home in our hearts. Our hearts and souls are intertwined forever.
He was our special friend, a shining example of man’s best friend. He burned very very bright and, those that burn very bright sometimes burn half as long.
Thank you Sweet Henry for blessing our lives by allowing us to find you. We will love you and be with you and you with us forever. Never ever ever forgotten. We love you beyond our words. You taught us exactly how to LOVE and you showed us our heart’s infinite capacity to LOVE you. To the moon and back again and again to infinity and beyond. Go run with the Angels and show them just how fast you can chase that Tennis ball. We will see you when we get there.
With all of me I love you. Always. Thank you for Your love and friendship beautiful boy.
