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OK...I feel disgustingly horrible for bein too wrapped up in myself yesterday to do this...
Henry
March 5, 1994 - October 26, 2004
RIP
Henry would've been 11 yesterday, God rest his soul.
The date on that is VERY wrong. I took this around the time when he was diagnosed. I knew I wouldn't have much time left with him, so I took a lot of pictures and video tapes and stuff. You can almost see there that he wasn't his perky usual self.
This was a very typical scene, Walley always harassing Henster.
Henry resting his head on my leg.
A rare alert moment in those last few days. His leg was all swollen...He could barely walk.
In moments like that I forgot he even had Cancer. With that big, purple nose and white face...
God, I miss my baby. I really do. Ever since he died, I haven't had the heart to let myself believe that there is anything else greater and kinder out there. Because how, HOW the hell could this poor, sweet dog's life been taken while people like Osama Bin Laden have the right to live. I don't understand how anything fair and just and loving could have been so cruel. I really don't.