Update, for those who didn’t already know…
Henry ♥ 1966 – 04/04/2013
Fly free my lovely boy. I love you very, very much. You will forever be in my heart and thoughts.
Henry’s heart gave up at the very end of the operation, while still under anaesthetic, there was absolutely nothing Rob could do to bring him back. I am having him individually cremated and he will come back home to me, where he belongs.
I know a huge number of people have followed Henry’s time with me, from when I first adopted him early in 2009.
Henry was the most laid-back, chilled-out, uncomplicated, accepting and docile (except when he was in the mood for chasing and ‘killing’ my feet, a sport he thoroughly enjoyed) little chap and it was an absolute privilege to have known him and shared my life with him for that relatively short time.
We did all we could to finally get him better but this time, his little heart just couldn’t cope.
There was no option other than to operate (for the third time in as many months), the growth had quickly returned with a vengeance, and due to its location Rob had no option other than to proceed with the greatest of care, for fear of damaging the vagus nerve, which meant a long anaesthetic and operation. I’m just glad that Henry passed away without first coming round from the anaesthetic then going through any distress.
Rob has been fantastic throughout this long episode, in every way, and he was visibly disappointed and frustrated at this final outcome. He said both he and the nurse thought they were home and dry, Rob was literally applying the sutures to the wound when Henry’s heart stopped beating, so it was a nasty shock.