Henry ran off the path in to the woods just a few days ago and returned with an apple in his mouth. He loved fruit. He was my mother’s faithful companion for almost 15 years. Henry, whom my mother referred to as a puppy his whole life, decided it was time to call it quits yesterday. He was buried with a big, sweet Gravenstein apple.
He lived a glorious life out in the woods and loved my mother so. In his old age he’d bark incessantly if someone was talking to her and keenly felt the competition of the new grand child in the house. He stuck close to her right heal most days. Henry you will be missed!
Go eat a beautiful piece of fruit in his honor or make a peach cobbler or an apple pie!