8th Sept such a sad sad day :(

Just when the boys had been doing so well and I thought we where going to have them both around for a good while longer to meet the new puppie, Henny started with a bit of a limp on his front leg. We'd put them both on metacam regularly a few weeks ago instead of as and when but it only takes the edge off and he was started to struggle hobbling about. We've always said we'd not let them suffer and as soon as they start having difficulty getting up it was time, everyone said I'd know but do you really having never lost a dog before I wasn't so sure. On Thur Hen just couldn't get up I helpped him up he took a few step and laid down. I managed to get him into the kitchen where he just laid and looked at me with those lovely eyes and I knew. I made the call to book him in for the end of evening surgery as Dave wanted time for his mum to come and say goodbye as he was her dog originally. I went to work but got sent home (I wouldn't have been much use any ways) mum, dad, Helen and Lisa all came to see him he had cake and a cuppa which he loved and was very fussy to see everyone and I kept thinking I'd made the wrong decision. But once they'd all gone home he couldn't get comfortable and I knew it was all just a show he'd put on for everyone, that's our Hen. We drove him to the vets and he looked so happy and content it made me want to start crying there and then but have to be brave for him. The vet was really good, he didn't go as peacefully as I'd of liked but he did always have to have the last word the little bugger. Zak was outside howling when we got home its scary how they know these things. I just can't quite put into words how Im feeling feeling its as if part of you is missing the house seems so quiet without him here I miss his annoying barking when I go to pack the car or empty it or finding him asleep in every doorway, his barking for fun but having to bounce at the same time basically I just miss everything about him. We certainly won't forget his naughty antics ripping a hole in the middle of the living room carpet one night (after we'd only had it 6 months), removing bottle top lids without a mark on them and drinking the contents, eating a tube of tomato puree, opening a sealed tin of soup with his teeth the list just goes on and on. He could also be so very gentle going to my grandad's care home to visit the residents where he'd just sit calmly for a stroke or playing with children so gently. I just hope hes off running free somewhere without any more pain. Thank you for being a wonderful part of my life I wont ever forget you love you always my naughty cheeky boy XXXXXXX

Henry April 1998 - Sept 2011