When we first got henry it was less than a year after my dad had died, I was so lonely. He came into our life after an horrendous start, 3 homes before us had abused and abbandonned him. He was in such a state, scared of his own shadow and that ill we thought it was a case of making him comfy. I spent years building his confidence and slowly he started to trust everyone, no longer scared of every stranger and noise.

He was part staffy part lab, so right to the end he was playful, happy, bouncy and great with kids. He doted on my baby brother, guarded him day and night, and when my daughter came along he did the same with her. He was too ill by time my son was born, but he did drag himself over to sniff him, wagging his tail and smirking like he did with every baby, and tried to guard him as well.

He was the softest dog you'd ever meet, He got teased by cats, birds and squirrels, but god forbid if anyone tried to harm us. Amazingly loyal, he really was a family member (he was my puppy, i called him it every day since we got him).

He was so much fun, always there when you needed him, and he loved climbing trees, sometimes i think he wanted to be a cat lol.



What took him away in the end, was a combination of a brain tumor and strokes. He had a few funny turns before that morning, but the last one he had was very bad, it would have been cruel to keep him like that.



I miss my henry doggy so much, My daughter's only 3 so she doesn't understand where her henry's gone.



I'm hoping that with starting this page the people who knew him could share some stories about my mad dog. He was loved very much by everyone who knew him. I'm so glad i got to have him at such a hard part of my life, i think he helpped me more than i did him.