To my best friend. My most precious little man. You were everything to me. It’s been a few days now and it hasn’t gotten any easier. I know in the last year things got tough but I could never give up on you. People keep asking me if I’m at all relieved that you’re at rest since you needed so much care and my answer has always been and will always be no. Maybe it’s that deep down I needed you more than you needed me. Maybe that’s why you showed up at my doorstep 6 years ago with an injured paw. There were many other homes on that quiet street but you knew we needed each other. I’m so sorry that we didn’t have more time together and I’m even more sorry that it took you getting ill to get my complete and undivided attention. I spend every day wishing I could kiss your little head one more time, smell your wonderful Henry cat smell one more time, stare into your beautiful green eyes one more time. I loved holding your paws even though most times you preferred I didn’t. I’m glad I at least have your paw print and I touch it everyday when I walk by. Thank you for holding on long enough for us to get you to the doctor so you could go peacefully that night. You were such a good boy that night but then again you always were. My little handsome man. I’ll never forget you, mister and we’re so happy to finally have you back home in your little box. I love you dearly, Henry. You changed my life.
Henry 2/1/07 – 9/29/17
