HENRY “THE DOG” BACHMEYER

On Friday, January 13, we lost Henry the dog.

He had lymphoma for 3 months and succumbed to it as predicted by his vet. He was 15. We tried to ease his pain with medication prescribed by his special friend Dr. S.

However, soon it became time to call in the special doctor here in Florida.

She sent him peacefully to the next life. I asked him to wait for me.

Henry will be remembered with special stories. He was a star. I found him on YouTube looking like a good dog. He was ready to find a new home. The rescue in Indiana called him ‘Red’. My 8 year old granddaughter changed it to Henry and said his name had to have 2 syllables. The lady who ran the rescue center told me she found Henry running down the middle of I-65 in Indiana. He must have been trying to find me. Running was Henry’s mantra. Not really good but always ready to go. He followed his nose as his guide to where ever he traveled. The poor guy unfortunately was neutered before I picked him up to bring him home. He would have made beautiful puppies. Henry was an escape artist with at least nine lives. He was always looking for a human that would contact me when he was lost. He had an ID tag with my phone number. He could eat a car bumper and loved Oreos and chicken wings. He had a big appetite. Once he ate 16 brats and was hospitalized for 3 days in Traverse City. He was famous for opening glass doors at Target and walking in to find a friend to help. He could be heard in the manager’s office howling for me. One time he was found by the police who put him in the drunk tank and contacted me to pick him up. Jehovah Witness churches were convenient places to find nice people who called me. He never forgot where his last bowl of food was and always came back to it even if he was gone overnight. Any backyard was a magnet if it had cats or chickens or raccoons or dogs.

The people who found Henry and called me I called rescue angels. They all had love at first sight for him. Henry had a long life of meeting many, many people while trying to find his way back to me. He knew many people and dogs in Leland, Cincinnati and Vero Beach. He loved running golf courses and neighborhood streets. He was a cool dog.

In lieu of flowers, donations can be sent to: Lap of Love Veterinary Hospice Attn Katie Flood DVM PO BOX 4157 FORT PEARCE FL 34948 OR Leland Historical Society Leland Mi 49654