In Loving Memory of Henry
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Henry came into our lives as an 11 month old rescue, brought to New Hampshire from a high kill shelter in Tupelo, Mississippi. I knew nothing about Brussels Griffons at the time except for the one in As Good As It Gets. Henry spent the next 13 years teaching us everything that makes this breed so extraordinary.

He was an old soul, the kind of dog who looked straight into your eyes and seemed to understand more than he could ever say. On my hardest days, the simple act of coming home to Henry made the world feel manageable again. He had a mischievous sense of humor, a legendary side eye, loved to give hugs, and a gentle, ever-present watchfulness. On long drives, Henry insisted on touching both of us. I would get his backend on my lap, and he would stretch a paw forward to rest on my husband’s arm. It was his way of keeping us together.

Our hearts are broken, but we are endlessly grateful for the gift of Henry. His grandma always called him a joy giver, and that was the truest thing about him.