All dogs go

Last weekend we said goodbye to Henry.  Henry was the sweetest, most patient and good-natured member of our family.  He rinsed my dinner dishes for almost twelve years.  He had the worst gas of any dog ever.  It could kill brain cells.  Henry made loud Wookie noises at random hours of the night, and rubbed his eye boogers on the sofa.

I made sure the last person he smelled on earth was me, and that the last thing he heard was me, telling him he was a good dog.  We will miss Henry, so much.