We’d been anticipating the worst for a little while and sadly this morning it seemed that it was probably the right time for Henry to be put to sleep. With the bulky bandage removed from his leg on Saturday, Heny had seemed rather brighter and he’d eaten quite well once we got fresh chicken breast in front of him. On Sunday though, he was quieter again and wouldn’t eat.
No longer will we have to search around for odd shoes because Henry has spirited them away for safe keeping and then got distracted.