We’ve been honoring the anniversary of our dog’s passing. Four years ago, Henry let us know it was time for him to go. My guy and I carried him into our vet’s office, which looked more like a home than a business.
In one of the small rooms we placed our beloved Golden on the soft rug, sitting with Henry as we petted him into pure peace. At his last breath, the vet cried softly with us, and I confess, I continued to pet him for another 30 minutes.
In the ensuing four years, we’ve missed him, but perhaps strangely to some, we’ve felt his presence. My guy swore he saw Henry sitting by my side while we were watching T.V. Henry’s been in my dreams, too. I woke up one middle-of –the-night a year ago, my hand petting an empty space beside the bed. In the dream, he was right there with me.
So while my guy and I finished up our winter vacation earlier this month with our left coast family, we spoke of Henry with joy and respect for the 12 years he gave us, for the unconditional love he displayed.
My guy flew back to our New England home before me while I stayed with friends. Because of the nor’easters that played havoc with planes, trains, and automobiles, I arrived home two days late.
My guy picked me up at the airport. As we approached our place 40 minutes later, he interrupted our catch-up conversation, cleared his throat, and said, “Something strange was waiting for me when I got home.”
That got my attention.
“What?” I asked, trying to not get stressed after a tranquil time away.
“I’ll show you,” he continued, rather mysteriously. After we parked the car, he pointed to a tiny object by our front door. “This.”
The object was less than an inch high, ceramic, with a small string attached at the top.
“Oh!” I said. “That’s an ornament from our Christmas tree.” Odd, since we de-frocked our tree of all decorations on January 1, placed it in the woods next to our house for three days, and then onto the curb where our local recycling truck picked it up on January 4.
I picked up the tiny white ornament, shaped like a snowman, and gasped.
A name was etched across it:
I remembered that 15 years ago, I’d found this bauble at a store and bought it for our Christmas tree. We hung it up every year for Henry, and continued to trim the tree with his little ornament even after he was gone.
My guy looked at me with wide eyes.
I returned his mystified expression with a smile.
“I told you, Henry may be gone, but his energy still finds a way to say hi.”
The ornament is now hanging on our kitchen window, where I have a feeling it will stay even after the daffodils finally bloom outside.
This just might be one of my favorite stories *ever*. I may or may not be teary-eyed at this exact moment in time. My heart fills for dear Henry. I’m sure he is very pleased with himself for learning this new trick, ha! 😉
What a gem of a dog ~ ~ ~
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Henry was a much better human than most humans. If you know what I mean. Thanks for loving the story of his little tricks. xo
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Henry…. Thank you for bringing comfort to my friend then and now. You’re a good dog!
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We both give you a warm furry hug.
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OMG, Pam, what a touching story. I’ve never owned a Henry, but my daughter has two she and her guy love with all their hearts. When they have to say good-bye to their Henry, which won’t be for a long time yet we hope, I know they will grieve just as you do, and my heart grieves in sympathy. That little ornament is just beautiful and I think it’s found it’s permanent spot, just as Henry did in your hearts. Enjoy his present presence.
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You totally understand, Norah. And yes, Henry’s “Christmas” ornament will now hang all year long. To the loving souls of our dogs…<3
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Pure gold, your Henry and this story. What a clever boy to let you know he is still with you. xXx ❤
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Thanks for believing in the very real presence of Henry. Somehow, he finds his ways. xo
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Beautiful
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Thanks for “connecting.” 🙂 ❤
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Sad Story Pamela,
I have a dog too. And I know that the time will come when we will have to split.But that is life, it’s worth every second spent with him.Wonderful ornament !
Thank you
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I try to not be sad about Henry not being ‘here,’ here. Particularly when he shows us in so many ways that he’s still HERE, in our hearts, and sometimes, in a little ornament waiting outside the door. Dogs’ lives are too short, but they teach us SO MUCH about enjoying every moment while they’re alive.
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Aw…such a beautiful story, Pam! It’s obvious Henry will live in your heart forever. What a sweet face! ❤
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FOREVER, for sure. It was interesting, watching Henry’s face change over the years from puppy cute to fun/funny to wise and then a gray-haired monk. Sweet in each stage. xo
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Wiping away some tears here.
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My page was wet when I wrote this, but my heart was full. 🐶❤️
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Aww- such a sweet story, Pam. Your Henry is still with you and how clever of him to let you know by placing the little ornament for you to find! Have a lovely wonderfilled weekend! ❤
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Henry seems to be just as clever in his other ‘place’ as he was when he sat by my side in THIS place. 🙂
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Such a beautiful story and tribute to Henry. There’s nothing like the unconditional love and companionship that we receive from our canine buddies.
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Our canine buddies teach us what real love is. We’ve learned much from Henry…and seem to be learning from him still. xo
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No, I’m not crying, Pam–just something in my eye. 😉
Pets are special, and this is a wonderful tribute to Henry and the love you all shared. After my younger daughter’s much beloved cat suddenly died when she was a senior in high school, she was sure she felt his ghost–and I did, too.
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I realize now that if we keep our eyes (and hearts) wide open, we feel the presence of those who never truly depart. Thanks, Merril. Your comment means a lot. xo
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Pam, I am so touched by this story. Love does truly transcend all barriers.
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Ohhh, a perfect way to express this, Bernadette. Our pets sometimes show us the best lesson on how love can transcend the barrier that’s not really there.
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Such a lovely, heartwarming story – our dogs really do have an important place in our hearts and lives.
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Dogs are born with an innate ability to love with fierce loyalty and the belief that we are the best thing on two feet. Astounding! 🙂
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Tears in my eyes here. A lovely sweet story, with the happiest of endings. Really.
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I suppose that’s one of the points of this post. There is truly no ending… ❤️
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So sweet!
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Thanks for enjoying my Henry tail/tale! 🤗
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What a lovely tribute to a beloved dog. They leave little paw prints on our hearts.
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So true! And sometimes large paw prints… 🐶💚
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The story gives me a warm glow. 🙂 🙂 He was loved and he was lucky. What more can you want in life? (and beyond 🙂 )
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Good point- I suppose this would be the goal of each of us. 😍
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Such a beautiful story. Love, in all it’s expressions.
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Love knows no bounds-whatever type of living being we are…💞
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Aw, Pam, you brought me to the brink of tears! Julie Anne and I had to put Toby down in 2001…our most loving and beautiful Golden. Almost identical story: vet’s exam room – I sat on the floor with Toby, petted him, held his head in my hands, kissed him and bawled until the needle did its job – Julie Anne next to us, crying. It is one of the toughest occasions to endure…I still miss him so much everyday…my very best friend! ♥ Your husband is a good man – give him a hug from me! AND, him, to you!
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Hugs all around. Yes, that scene where we say goodbye to our beloved pets,, where we want them to know how much love they have given us. Wow. A most incredible powerful time. 💗
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They never really leave you. Just in case you might forget them, they flutter up a memory.
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“Flutter up a memory“-so extremely true. Sounds to me like you’ve had some fluttering in your life. 💜
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I feel your pain. Dogs speak to us in ways that people never do. It was months after Misty died that Walter said we needed to get another dog to keep Molly company. I think it was more for him. He grieved so for Misty that he needed a new distraction. Max has so many similar qualities that Misty had. I feel Misty is working through Max to bring us joy!!!
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Misty, Max, and Molly know a good thing when they have it: a loving home in which in some way they will always be surrounding you. 💕
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Awwwwww……. that is so sweet. I’m sure Henry is with you. He was a beautiful dog! I love the pics of him. I had to put my precious Parker to sleep last month. He was 10 days shy of his 13th birthday. He is the 3rd Springer we have lost. I miss my baby so much so I know exactly how you feel and I know mine hangs out with us from time to time, just like his older brother does. I feel them both… My little Yorkie was lost for a couple of weeks without his bubby but he seems to be doing well now. I think I want to get another dog though because he has never been alone. We had 4 other critters (2 dogs and 2 cats) in our house when we brought him home and now he is by himself. School is keeping me slammed right now so it will be summer before I can consider another pet but I am looking forward to having a new puppy. ❤
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I am so sorry to learn about Parker, Courtney. Your loss is still so fresh. We kept Henry‘s collar on the lamp post in our home office after he died, and every once in a while it would move around. That was our first clue that no, he never left. My heart goes out to you. 😘
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Awww . . . too sweet for words, but even so you found exactly the right ones!
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Funny, so many writers worry about being too “sentimental” or “sweet,” but really, if we pay attention and think about it, life (and pets and children and best friends and lovers) spread sweet messages all around us, if we look and listen. Hugs to you, Marian. xo
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Henry is wagging his tail at your telling of his tale. 😀
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Believe it or not, Nancy, yes. Sometimes I feel the air move from that wagging tail. xoxo
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OMG! What a wonderful story. Henry will always be with you. Dogs are just the best companions. Excuse me while I find a tissue and hug my Dot. Sending hugs.
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I remember when you first got Dot. I remember that you were a bit unsure – WHAT are we doing? And over the days and weeks after, I saw how much you were falling in love with each other. And you know the expression: Love Never Dies. xo (give Dot a hug from me)
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So true. She got a number of hugs from you. xo
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Such a touching and sentimental story. A really heart warming message.
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To our dogs… .Give Dudley a hug from me. xo
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Our pets are family, and when they are gone, they take a bit of us with them. We can never forget them, not that we’d want to. Henry is making sure of that.
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I know it seems weird to many, but yes, I feel Henry with me often. I know you understand, Anneli. xoxo
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Sure do.
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I don’t even like to think about the day when Orly is ready to go, but stories like this give me hope that I’ll be able to smile at her memory someday. Thank you.
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Enjoy every single wag from your Orly. And please, give her a hug from me. 🐶💞
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What wonderful conformation from your beloved friend. God bless Henry. 😊
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So much confirmation of love never ending, if we just listen and look. 💗
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I had no idea that pets could offer such an unconditional love till I met Luke, my daughter’s loving pet who taught me what he could offer though I kept my distance from him. He could understand that and wouldn’t say anything but each time he came to the living room for family time, he would choose the place next to me on the couch, I had to move a little to respect his sentiment and within few days, he made a mark on my heart and the right to keep his face on my lap! I was as touched as your story of Henry.
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Dogs have a way of burying into our hearts even if we’re not ready for that. My daughters Golden, Charlie, has done that with me and my guy. We dog sit him every once in a while since we don’t have our own dog anymore. Charlie can be a bit of a mischief maker, but then he sits on feet and just looks up at me with such adoration. 😛 Enjoy every special moment with Luke. XO
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A sweet tribute to Henry and I know that love….And I know that loss. They carve a place in our hearts that remains for our lifetimes.
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Absolutely. And we still have not been able to get another dog. Not sure we ever will, since Henry seems to still be around!
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Some things just can’t be explained logically… and I’m glad they can’t. Henry will always be in your hearts, and I imagine that you are in his.
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One of the things I love so much about this life is that there is so much that is unexplainable. 👀 Thank you so much for your comment! 🤗
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What a lovely story, Pam. We love goldens too. They are sweet and goofy and such lovers. It does sound like Henry is popping by every once in a while to remind you what life is really about…. love. ❤
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Yes, sweet and goofy and lovable. Perfect description! We dog-sit our daughter’s golden Charlie every once in a while. Guess what? He’s goofy and lovable too… 🐶😛
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So very heartwarming and sweet.
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Thank you for reading and enjoying my tale about our Henry . 💙
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What a beautiful story full of fond memories. I loved the ending and how is memory is everywhere. So much unconditional love from our pets.
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Our pets try so hard to teach us about unconditional love. One of these days maybe we humans will get it. I certainly am the benefactor of Henry’s pure puppy love. ❤️
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What a great story – it’s so nice to think that your Henry is saying hi!
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Thanks for liking my Henry story. Dogs are amazing companions throughout our lives in all sorts of ways! 🐶
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What a beautifully sweet story. Those are the moments that warm the heart and ease the soul.
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I really believe in the power of pets to help a lonely person feel loved and to help a sick person feel well. Pets just have a way to soothe the soul as you say. 💙
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Terrific story, Pamela. We miss all our pets and it is so sad to have to say goodbye. The time goes so fast.
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And I certainly enjoy reading the stories of you and your pets, John!
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Thank you. 😉
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This one I felt down deep to my core, because it’s something I relate to in that deep spot. Our Piezon (phonetically spelled for Paesano in Italian), used to drop hints for us that he was around. We haven’t had one of those signs in a long time. I miss those. I’m heartened to hear that your Henry is still saying ‘hi’ where he can. I love that you woke up petting him. I used to have similar dreams of Piezon. I have a page on my blog dedicated to him. He became our child, because we couldn’t have the human kind. Thanks for sharing Henry’s “hello.”
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Thanks for sharing your story about your Piezon. It’s pretty fascinating to realize that the energy of any being that we love never leaves us. 💜🐶💜
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Damn you, this made me cry. Kushie was my special boy and I still miss him, all these years later. I buried him under a rosebush. Every time those glorious pink buds open I know he’s still there. -huge hugs-
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You are not the only one who cried at my Henry story. And of course my page was soaked with my tears as I wrote this. But I believe that Kushie is always right there with you, as well as with the roses. 🌹
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My wife lost her beloved cat a few years ago, and she’s had very similar experiences at night in bed as the one you mention with your hand-petting. George Carlin described owning a pet as “Little tragedies in the making” the first time you bring them into the home, which I suppose is true. But they also give us wonderful memories too. Great post. – Marty
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Oh that George Carlin — “little tragedies in the making.” Well, that’s one way of looking at it for sure. Our pets snatch our hearts right away, don’t they? And then they keep hold of them forever. ❤
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Love, love, love this. The Universe can sometimes find a way to show us that true love never really dies. Beautiful!
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The Universe has blown in memories, love, and the reminder that energy is love is energy that never dies…. xoxo
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Oh my gosh, Pam!!!
xoxo & Miss you!
– Les
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Baru!! (I didn’t spell it correctly, but you know what I’m saying…) ❤
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. My little heart thrums as I try to present my best smile. ❤ ❤ ❤ Kleenex, please
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Our little heart thrums because our pets give us all of their hearts, don’t they? xoxo
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So touching…and I also believe that our loved ones find ways to reach out long after they are gone from this earth. So glad you had Henry in your lives!
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I believe that too, Ann. And Henry has given us proof many times over. ❤
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What a sweet and touching story Pam, so full of love and caring. Henry is watching over you.
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Thanks for reading my post about our Henry, Gerlinde. Miss him too much at times; at other times, I realize he never really left. ❤
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Beautiful tears, wonderful memories!
Xoxoxoxo
Have a wonderful week!
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Hi Sharon. Thanks so much. I so appreciate your support of my posts and your sweet comments. Hugs to you!
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What a gorgeous story, Pam.
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Thank you so much for enjoying my Henry and the Ornament story, Robbie. I wonder what will show up next? 🙂 xo
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A sweet, loving story. I enjoyed it. 🙂
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Thanks, Carol. Great having you over here. xo
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Oh, I so loved this. And I know just how you feel,Pam. x
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Thanks, Judith. I think any of us who have loved a cat/dog/pet hurt when they’re gone, and rejoice when we see signs that they’ve never left. xo
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Oh my goodnes – EVERY word about Henry resonates with me. We’ve been through this (and still do suffer after 5 years). What a beautiful dog Henry was – I can see what a massive loss he is and I feel for you.
We had Charlie – a long haired German Shepherd Labrador cross. He too was ‘put to sleep’ by the vet while we were helpless with misery at his passing. He was just six and went from healthy to death’s door from a mystery illness in a very short time.
It appears to have been lungworm caught from eating slugs in the back garden. After he died, warnings began to appear in vet’s offices because there was an outbeak but we had never heard of it. We too have Charlie moments so I know exactly where you are coming from. To this day, we have not got another dog – he was just not replaceable. Thanks for sharing this, mostly only dog owners would understand it.
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Ahhh, your Charlie sounds like a dear. And what a wonderful mix – German Shepherd Labrador. Charlie must have been extremely bright. A tragedy, that he died so early in his life. But I’m not at all surprised that you have Charlie “moments.” What a gift! We also have not been able to get another dog. ❤
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My apologies, I spelt your website name wrong when I replied to your comment on the choir thing – not sure if you saw it but have corrected it now!
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I saw it – thanks so much for finding me here. Come visit often!
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I still miss my dog like crazy six years later. I like to think she finds ways to say hello from time to time. This story also put me in mind of a post I wrote about “Barry’s light.” https://wp.me/pTgAN-cz
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Barry’s yellow light is a perfect example of reminders of positive energy that never leaves us. LOVELY post – thanks for sharing the link here, Arlene.
Six years, huh? Have you gotten another dog? We don’t seem to be able to. Too much of Henry still around!
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No new dog . . . yet. My husband just retired and we have travel plans. We’ll see what the future brings.
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Beautiful story. When my cat passed away, he left a “sign” that let us know he was saying good-bye, too.
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Hmmm, I wonder what “sign” the cat left, besides paw prints on your heart. ❤
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At the risk of sounding a bit disgusting, I’ll tell you about the sign our cat left behind after his death. Our cat, Bosley, died at 4 a.m. in a vet hospital. My husband, children, and I returned home at about 6 a.m. and found a massive amount of bird droppings on our back path. We had never seen anything like it and have not seen anything like it since. It’s hard to explain, but since Bosley was an outdoor cat and spent a lot of time with birds, we felt certain he was telling us he was okay, and he was saying good-bye.
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WOW!!! That is WONDERFUL. No denying Bosley’s message to you all. Birds aren’t up and about eating that much (and thus pooping) that early in the morning. Bosley must have been quite the character. xo
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He WAS quite the character. I’m so glad you understand! 🙂
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what a wonderful story. I too feel my long-gone Casey in our house. It’s so comforting, knowing he is still with me. What a beautiful story.
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Thanks, Jacqui. It IS comforting. I feel badly for people who close their ears/eyes/minds to the signs that a beloved being shows every once in a while.
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There are many instances in my life where animals (and occasionally people) I have dearly loved have come to visit.I recentlyI did a post on my next door neighbor’s cat whom I’ve known for 10+ years, and who spent part of every day saying hello, spending some time with me. I just loved him. Last week, while sitting on the top of 3 back porch stairs, I heard a thunderous scamper across the length of the porch to me. Of course, there was no one visible, but I knew. For those of us who love animals, we will always have a menagerie … in one form or another. Henry undoubtedly makes himself known to the people who love(d) him so dearly.
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Thanks for telling me about your post – https://stilladreamer.wordpress.com/2018/03/10/missing-cloudy/. It’s amazing that we both wrote of missing our pets and yet know they are still around. xo
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So beautiful. We still miss our beloved Aussie “Mango”. He travelled with us to Nicaragua and was treated like a celebrity there on the streets. He was beautiful it was true with his colors and long fur, but it was his stubborn personality and his intelligence that stood out. In Nicaragua he got tick fever and we knew that would take its toll. Years later, but before his natural time we had to allow him to go in peace. He left, too soon cradled in my youngest sons arms. Recently on a trip back to Chicago, we took Mango’s ashes to his favorite dog park and scattered them about. I often feel as though his spirit is with me, taking care of me and watching out for me. Thank you for a beautiful post and tribute.
Peta
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Mango – what a good name for a good-looking Aussie. Tick fever is so tough on dogs. Henry got infected by a tick when young, but the antibiotic he was put on (and then a tick vaccine every year) seemed to help him a lot. Wonderful that you were able to spread Mango’s ashes at his favorite dog park. Sigh. In the SF area where we were when Henry died, the ashes of beloved pets are placed in a “Pet Garden” that is beautified with flowers and shrubs. When our first golden, Tory, died just as we were moving, we placed her ashes in the yard outside our new home and planted two trees – Rose of Sharon – on either side of Tory’s ashes. The trees for evermore were called Rose of Tory. May we always feel the spirits of our loved pets close at hand. xo
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Dear, dear Pam…what a love of a story and a dog!!! I felt Henry’s presence through your story…
David and I had Charlie Bear (beloved cat) for 17 years until it too, was time to say farewell.
He slept between us the night before–and we loved him through the night.
When it was time for him to go with David…he looked at me with those big brown eyes and
I told him we’d see each other again…and he believed me! I know that Charlie and David are
frolicking in Heaven now….Thank you for this wonderful story…
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Ohhhh, Pat. You and David gave Charlie Bear enough love for ten. And I bet you’re right – do you hear a soft meow sigh every once in a while, and then of course David’s mischievous chuckle….?
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We just lost our beloved cat. I have been dreaming of Balou ever since. I love your honoring your furchild. What a lovely thing.
Best, Jess || https://www.learningfromstrangers.com
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Ohhhh, I’m so sorry, Jess. I think they truly do visit us in our dreams, comforting us. Blessings to our beloved fur children.
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Oh wow! What a lovely, lovely post. Henry was a real blessing to you both and continues to be.
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I realize that Henry will always be by our side, in some shape or form. And from his presence, I realize that so are lots of our loved ones who are gone from this life. xo
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A comforting thought indeed.
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Terrific story…just because those we love leave us, doesn’t mean they’re gone. They find ways…..
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And those ways can be quite clever, huh?! 🙂
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Oh, that is such a precious story, Pam. I love that, and I have tears in my eyes. I believe you’re right about the energy of our loved ones. It’s a nice part of our Universe, isn’t it.
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We ignore the Universe much too often. So nice when the Universe and the energy of love come knocking on our door once in a while, reminding us of what’s right in front of us. xo
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It always so hard to lose a loved one but sometimes especially hard to lose a beloved pet. Where else can we consistently get unconditional love? The fact that we feel their presence even after they are gone does not surprise me. The healing process though is difficult. We are facing that with my daughters golden right now. He still has time but definitely on the decline. A difficult journey ahead as he is her first dog on her own and they have a unique bond. I suspect though, in the end, the universe will also take care of her and him. Thanks for sharing Pam.
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Ohhhh, I feel for your daughter and her upcoming loss. But dogs can stay a bit longer than expected sometimes; the love keeps them around even when their pain and their body encourages them to leave. I think you’re spot on about the unconditional love. So many lessons we learned from Henry. xo
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What a lovely story. Clever Henry to find a way to tell you he’s around.
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What a wonderfully warming tale of two way doggie devotion. I’m so pleased Henry chose to let you know he was still around.
xxx Massive Hugs Pamela xxx
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Two-way-doggie-devotion. You have such a wonderful way with words, David. xoxoxoxadevotedhugxoxoxox
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Pam, this is a wonderful, loving tribute of a story about a beloved family member that obviously will always be in mind, in heart…and in the kitchen window as well. At least until Christmas comes…when that symbol might wind up setting up temporary residence on a special tree. Henry’s energy alone will provide its Holiday glow!
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Oh my goodness I have goosebumps reading this. These things may not be explainable but I love to think their remains a connection and energy with those we love. So sorry to hear about the loss of Henry four years ago. The description of your beloved pup’s departure has commonalities to those with our own pup. Hard on the heart saying goodbye to these loyal friends.
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Saying goodbye to Henry was one of the hardest things I’ve ever gone through. I think about this sometimes – we should be sobbing more about family and friends. But then I realized – our pets ARE family and our best friends. xo
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Tender and wonderful tale of enduring love that transcends time and space. ❤
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There are more things in heaven and earth.💜💜💜
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Y E S ❤
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Pam, wow! 😀 I get gentle goosebumps reading this … Henry looks adorable and what an amazing friend you had in your lives. He will never be forgotten by you ..but perhaps letting you know he hasn’t forgotten you either. The loving and gentle tone of this post makes my heart glow. ❤️
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Your loving and gentle comment makes MY heart glow. And look at you – back from holiday and reading my past posts. You are a gem. xo
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Awww…thank you! I loved reading them all – and thinking you’ve been busy!
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