Rest in Peace, Henry

Last week we made the hard choice to say goodbye to Henry. His quality of life wasn't good any more and we knew it was time, but it was still so hard. He was such a good dog. I like to imagine he is chasing seagulls on the beach again.
We got him when he was a puppy at the shelter. They thought he was probably born at the new year. It was 2003. He was labeled a girl and I named him Daisy. I went to get Michael to introduce him and Michael informed that the dog was definitely NOT a girl. We named him Little King Henry.
We brought him home and made him ours. He aced pet training and we enrolled him in advanced training which he aced as well. He slept in our room until we moved to the ranch. He gently cared for Davis and watched him as he learned to toddle around and often shared his crate with both boys as they thought that was a fabulous play house.
He ruled the ranch when we moved to San Marcos. He accepted our cats as they came and went and happily inducted Sookie into our pack. He didn't jump or lick or bite. He was steady and gentle, always. He hated thunderstorms, but felt safe if we let him inside. He loved to chase squirrels and seagulls before his hips began to ache.
We think he was almost 15 years old when he passed away. We loved him and he loved us back. He will be missed.