Nicknames: Henry, Peener, Huggie Bug, Huggie Bear, Hanky-B, Hanky-poo, Henry Pickles, and Brudder (by his "Tissy", Tuppy)
Birthday: April 13th 2007
Likes: Tuppy, kitties, hugging mommy, my grandma, vitamins, chewies, goosing mommy, following mommy around, people food, getting massaged, sleeping at Mommy's feet & licking her toes, stealing Mommy's shoes, being told I'm a "good boy!" when I pee-pee...
Pet-Peeves: hot weather, storms, people coming over, dogs who come in my house & chase me around the coffee table (Darn that Sophie!!!)
Favorite Toy: The squeaky baby duck--it is the only noisy toy I have left. They don't work after I take them apart.
Best Tricks: Can shake hands, give 5, sit, lay down, can "wait" until he gets the "go-ahead" sign.
Arrival Story: I've only owned 2 animals that I'd selected (a beagle-mix when I was 8, and a few years before a pet shop kitten I chose [and paid for with my own money] after my other cat died), the others were always strays. I found Henry's sister Tuppy after not having a dog for 6 years, and I assumed this would be another "dog era" for me and expected to find another dog, but I didn't. After 3 years of waiting, I decided to adopt a pup & searched in vain until I gave up finding the "right" one. There were no suitable puppies to be had. It had to be a male, and couldn't be too large as an adult, because it would be a (small house) house dog, and it would have to like cats, and like dogs. I found a spotted puppy named Moo-Cow on Petfinder & emailed the shelter about him, but he'd been adopted already. Then a day later, I saw an online "trading post" ad for some mixed breed puppies that someone was giving away in the next county. There were no pictures of the puppies, and no breed was listed, so I called the owner and she said she only had one male, and had planned on keeping him. She said he was an Aussie-mix & had a blue eye. She decided I could have him, since I needed a male because I had a female JRT-mix who wouldn't get along too well with another girl. She offered to meet me halfway & I saw Henry, basically said "I'll take him!" and that was that. Looks-wise he wasn't what I was wanting--he wasn't the shaggy dog to compliment my tomboy Tuppy--he basically looks like a taller, skinnier, version of her, but he has the sweetest personality, he adores cats & doesn't growl or try to bite them if they slap him, he also never growls or tries to bite me when I'm trying to pry No-Nos out of his mouth. Henry came home with me on 6/28/07.
UPDATE: After Henry died, I called his original family. I felt the need to tell the woman what happened to him, and to thank her for letting me care for him the past year. It turns out she'd just lost a dog to parvo also. She remembered Henry well--and said he was an Aussie mixed with Terrier (his mother was a full-blooded Aussie).
Bio: I have a job all my own--I protect my mommy from the bathroom monster. Every time she goes in that room I have to guard her & make sure nothing hurts her. She says I'm a very brave little boy, because she has never seen the bathroom monster, but it must be awful for me not to want her to go in there alone. I don't want anything to happen to my mommy because I can't believe I have a mommy. She even lets me live in the house with her, I had to live outside at the place I lived before. Between you and me, if I never went outside again, I wouldn't care.
When my mommy first came & got me I was sooo scared. When she brought me in the house I ran and hid behind her sewing machine, and stayed there until she thought I was sick, or dying, or something. I really had her worried. I shouldn't have been worried though, by the end of the day I was feeling better, but I still wasn't sure what was going to happen to me. I'd wag my tail at her sometimes so she'd know I didn't hate her. In the truck on the way home she told me I didn't have to be scared, that she'd be good to me, and that I would be happy. But I didn't believe her. I wish I'd known how happy I would be. Sometimes I just have to pinch myself so I know it isn't a puppy dream. My mommy says I act like the happiest dog in the world, and she likes to see me laughing. The first day I thought if I could survive that day I'd be alright, and I was. By the end of the day I let her take me outside on a leash, but I wouldn't potty because I did that bunches behind the sewing machine.
I wouldn't let her pick me up for a long time, because I thought she'd take me away & give me to someone else. But now I love sitting in mommy's lap & even jump up there by myself when she is not looking. She says I'm real big for a lap dog, and she wishes I would have cuddled in her lap when I was little. I'm just glad I found out I liked it! She says she is happy I've bonded with her, even though I was really standoffish to start with. Whatever that means.
Henry contracted Parvo and died July 20th at 11:30pm. Over the past year I have asked myself a thousand times "what would you do without him?" He was such a blessing. He was so loving and I am proud to say he was so loved. I am going to miss my morning hug from my Huggie Bug.
UPDATE: The vet gave Henry a 95% chance of surviving the parvo. Out at his office he said Henry was in good condition, and was not dehydrated in the least. He gave Henry 2 shots & sent medicine home with us. He came home from the vet's at 11:30am and finally started passing blood about 4:30 pm.
It was 6 hours between knowing he was seriously ill, until he was dying. He stopped swallowing his medicine at 6:30pm, and became unresponsive (his eyes still reacted to light, but he was limp). He'd had a sick stomach since Friday, but I did not think anything of it because I know dogs get upset stomachs sometimes. The next day he was still sick & lost his appetite, but was still drinking water, by Sunday morning he was not drinking anymore & I took him to the vet. The vet was shocked on Monday morning when I called and told him Henry did not make it, and he still feels guilty that he didn't see how sick he really was. The only thing we can think of is that the parvo went to Henry's heart, since the main killer of parvo-infected dogs is dehydration.
I still cannot believe Henry is gone. He was just magical. The house is horribly quiet, and there is none of that "it seems like he is still here" feeling--he is gone and there is no denying it. I miss his "good mornings" (aka MoMmY iS aWaKe!!!!!!!!!!!!! woo-hoo!!! MoMmY iS aWaKe!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't believe mOmMy is AwaKe!), and when I get up I always raise the window to look at his little grave. I do that before bed too.
He was always laying at my feet, or walking at my heels--I did not get away from Henry. Neighbors said he & Tuppy howled when they were home alone. Tuppy did not howl before him.
He could hug better than anyone--I would get a hug every morning from him. He'd jump up in my lap & get situated so he could lay the side of his face on my chest. He would hug his Tissy by laying his chin on her back near her shoulder. I didn't get a big hug his last day, but he leaned his head on my arm when I mentioned it. I knew what he meant.