Since I got home from the hospital a few weeks ago, all my time and energy has been focused on Henry and his needs. His spine and mobility problems, which came on quite suddenly right before I went into the hospital, increased his need to pee and destroyed his ability to control some bodily functions, so whenever he stirred, day or night, we’d scoop him into our arms and carry him outside.
Sometimes he seemed like himself and would walk around the house like he used to, and in those moments I hoped he could recover. But often, within a few hours his back would hunch and he’d start to quiver again. We were giving him the prescribed pain medications three times a day, hoping to make him feel better, but he’d still quiver and cry.
His appetite was decreasing daily, but he still perked up when we opened a can of dog food, and if I sat with him, he’d usually finish the soupy mixture I’d specially prepared.
His oncologist suggested we see a neurologist, so we scheduled an appointment for Monday. Maybe there was more we could do to relieve his back pain. It had all happened so suddenly we didn’t fully understand what was happening with his spine, and we kept hoping it was treatable.
On Easter morning Henry had what looked like a bad seizure, which left him paralyzed on his left side. Don and I knew then that he would never get better, and we couldn’t bear to see him suffer any longer. We made the decision to take him to the animal hospital to relieve him of his pain and say good-bye. The vet who administered the injections was remarkably gentle and kind. She spoke and moved with such grace, I wondered if she was some kind of angel. Had she gone through special training that made her so angelic, or was she just gifted with tenderness?
Henry looked so peaceful as he slipped into his final sleep, and I knew he would never suffer again. As sad as I was, I felt relief for him. I was grateful that Don and I could both be there for his final moments. When Dixie died on July 5 of this year I was in Chicago with my brother, so Don had to go through her death alone.
After leaving Henry in the loving hands of the vet and going home to hug our other dog, Cassie, I was determined to gather all of Henry’s toys, uniform vests, leashes, medicines, blankets and food dishes and put them away so I wouldn’t be reminded of him. Not that doing all of that could possibly stop me from thinking about him all the time, but it might ease the pain. I want Cassie to fill the space and leave her things everywhere so I think of her. She must miss Henry too.
There was one friend I really wanted to call yesterday after all this happened. I’ll call her N. She was a friend with whom I could share anything and everything. We originally connected when we discovered we had the same cardio thoracic surgeon, and that we’d both had life-saving surgeries at UCLA. She was a kidney transplant survivor three times over and was dependent on catheters in various parts of her body. We could tell each other our catheter concerns or infusion nightmares without flinching. We could complain about our many doctor visits and medication dilemmas without boring each other. N always listened compassionately to my latest medical issues and I would do the same for her. We had a connection I don’t have with any other friends. And she loved Henry.
Just four days before we lost Henry I learned that N had passed away. She’d survived so many health problems in the 15 years I knew her, I expected she’d lived for many more. When we last spoke she said she was experiencing some unexplained dizziness, but wasn’t particularly worried, so I was shocked to hear she had died.
In the time I knew N she had two kidney transplants, and returned to work both times. I was always impressed by her tenacity and her commitment to her job. With all her health problems I worried that she pushed herself too hard but could relate to her need to stay busy and serve others. Henry and I had the pleasure of volunteering in her office after I had to stop working, and I will always be grateful for that because like N I need to stay busy and feel useful too.
I believe N knew that Henry had passed away as soon as it happened and was there to welcome him into Heaven. My notion of Heaven probably sounds childish to my science-minded friends, but it gives me comfort to think that our souls go to a better place. I hope Henry can give N a big doggy smooch, and that she can give him a little squeeze in return.
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Thank you. Hopefully we can talk soon. Love you.
Martha – Hugs! with tender love. Linda
Thank you dear LInda. Don and I are crying and processing our grief, but it takes time. Kind words from friends like you really helps. Love you.
I’m so sorry for your loss. Hugs and prayers…
Thank you. We appreciate your hugs and prayers.
Dearest Martha, all my “wisdom” on the topic I’ve already shared; all my love and friendship you’ve always had; I send condolences on the loss of Henry and of N, and reiterate my offer to come if I can be of use or comfort. 💔💜
Thank you buddy. Your wisdom is very helpful. Love you.
Dear Martha, So sorry to hear about Henry! What a loyal and beautiful friend, like my Maggie was. I am so glad I came to know Henry thru your great book “Giving Paws”. Thank you for sharing about wonderful Henry and letting us know of his passing. Thinking of you Martha, and praying for you.
Thank you Lisa Beth. Kinds words and prayers from good friends like you really help. My husband and I are trying to adjust to the big hole in our lives that little Henry left. Our big dog Cassie is getting a lot of attention and hugs. She loves them and doesn’t mind me smothering her with love.
I’m so sorry 💜
Thank you. I’m sure you can relate and understand.
I was so sorry to read this post today but by the end you had me feeling happy that you are thinking of Henry and N visiting together in Heaven. I know that they are both healthy in their new bodies and loving their new home. I pray now for comfort for you, Don and Cassie.
Thank you Sheila. Don, Cassie and I are adjusting to the big hole left by such small dog. Hearing from caring friends like you really helps. Thank you for taking the time to write. I hope you and your family are well.
I am broken hearted, Martha. Nothing else to say… and yes, N. and Henry are loving their new experience. Sadness for us, especially you, but great joy for them…
Thank you dear Ann. In time this horrible grief will not feel so horrible, but for now Don and I keep crying. It’s comforting to hear from the many friends who loved Henry. He had a lot of friends and loved them all so much. Maybe he’s making new friends now and reuniting with old ones.
I hope you’re doing well.
💔 You’re always in my thoughts and prayers. ❤️❤️🙏😘
Thank you Isabel.
OH, MARTHA! Here I’ve been grieving for our mutual friend, “N” and now….HENRY? Oh, my dear! Enormous hugs of empathy and shared sorrow! (((((DOZENS OF HEALING HUGS)))))) pam
Thank you Pam. All I can think is that they are in a better place.
I am flooded in tears over the loss of Henry. I miss him so much. I am thankful, however, for the short video you’ve made of that dear, sweet little man and me. I was just watching it the day he passed. His spirit lives on in Heaven, while his soul may find another being to live in here on Earth. Who knows? Your next dog might very well have Henry’s soul. We all will find peace in his memory.
Thank you for all your kind words. I always appreciated the kindness you showed for sweet little Henry and he loved you and your mom.