It appears that I'm going to have some time on my hands for the next couple of days. Henry is sleepy and just a tad sweetly pathetic. He is on his double thick cushion in front of Greg's chair with his chew bone at his nose with eyes just barely cracked open to be sure it doesn't move.
Again, Henry at seven weeks (that is one week before we officially get to take him home) and today at six months, home after neutering.
Henry is great company even when feeling groggy after his big day at the vet. When I reach down to give him a pet and tell him it is all okay, he really seems to take it on trust. Where else can you get that unconditional faith in a human?
