Henry at home
About three years ago our giant angora Willa died of bone cancer. She was the the best furry (really furry) companion. She was affectionate and funny and playful.
She would sit and snuggle with the kids and then chase them around their playroom. She would greet me every morning at the playroom gate and if I did not go over and say hi to her she would sit and thump her back feet until I did. See…lovely.
So it took awhile for my heart to heal enough to let in another wee furry soul.
It finally did and in waltzes Henry ( alias Kevin from Oregon Flock and Fiber) and he is just as wonderful in his own special way. He is also affectionate and pretty gifted hopper.
He hops up onto the couch and makes himself all comfy. He goes back into his cage to do his business (way- smart) and he plays ring around your ankles if you stand still for more than a second. He gets so very full of himself that leaps straight up in the air with the joy of being alive.
And if that were not enough… this morning when I was up way too early and in a pretty foul mood; he hopped over, stood up on his hind legs, put his front paws on my leg and laid his head down. Honestly, he had me at the fair when he snuggled in my arms most of the day. This morning though he wedged his furry little soul deep into my heart.
