" A man's dog stands by him in prosperity, in health and in sickness.
He will sleep on the cold ground where the wintery winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only to be near his master's side.
He will lick the wounds and sores that result from the encounters with the roughness of the world.
When all others desert, he remains.
When riches take wing and reputation falls to pieces, he is in his love as constant as the sun in it's journey through the heavens."
Rest in peace Big Henry, my loyal friend.
