Dear Henry Hobson Schimming,

That name says so much! Such a regal, gentle dog you were. I cannot believe that you have been gone a year.

I still have your pillow beside the bed and wake up many mornings wishing you'd come upstairs and push the door open, look to see if your Mama and Daddy are asleep and take that deep breath and sigh because we're not awake. I miss having my riding buddy, ready to go anywhere with just an invitation of "Do you want to ride?" Funny how you'd be the first one out of the door and would not have to be told twice to get in the car.

I asked Daddy one day "when God was going to send us another Henry?" and the next day our prayer was answered. Edgar showed up just like you did, is a pit with a heart of gold just like you, loves to go on walks, he is so much like you, we truly believe that your essence is a part of him. Sometimes he cuts that look at me with those big black eyes and I would swear that you are sitting there looking at me. He reminds me so much of you when he lays on his back and sticks his feet in the air as if to say "ahhhh!". We could not ask for a sweeter dog, unless it was you.

Just please know that we miss you so much and not a day goes by the we do not think about you. I know that one day soon we will meet on the rainbow bridge and we'll never have to say goodbye again.

We love you son.

Love,

Mama and daddy