Henry

2013 - 2025

In Loving Memory of Henry
2013 to 2025
My Comforter. My Guardian. My sweet sweet boy.
In 2016, I saw a fearful little (estimated 3 years old, owner surrendered) Pembroke Sheltie that couldn't be adopted at Dallas Animal Control. They said he was too fearful, but a rescue could get him. I saw his spirit. I knew he was mine. I found a rescue to pull him from the shelter, and from the moment he came home, we began our healing journey together.
For three years, we trained side by side. Fear turned into confidence. Henry went on to earn medals in Rally Obedience and the AKC Canine Good Citizen award. The trainer called him "low rider" because he did everything in slow motion.
When COVID hit, I trained him to detect my blood sugars. I’m a type 1 diabetic, and Henry quickly became my lifeline. He was my service dog, but more than that, he was my comforter. My protector. My shadow. My heart.
He never missed a meal, especially mine. He had a bite of nearly everything I ate, but his favorites were saltines and graham crackers because those were our low blood sugar rituals. And when I was low, he knew. He’d follow me, wait patiently, and get his well-earned cracker.
He had routines. He had dignity. He had the kindest eyes and the most beautiful soul I’ve ever known.
And oh, how he’d “woo” at me in the mornings when I was making his breakfast. That woo’ing sound is etched in my heart.
His death was unexpected, and I'm devastated and angry at this vet.
Henry wasn’t just a dog. He was my baby, my sweet, sweet boy.
And if Heaven has any sense at all, he’s there now, running freely, watching over me like he always did.
God, please tell him I love him. Let him feel it every day.
Let him know he was perfect because he was.