". . .'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. . ."

People. I apologize for taking so long to write, but you see, extremely dramatic events have taken place since we last spoke. My Henrietta, my beloved, has left me.  She was taken from me in a traumatic violent turn of events, and I can't even let my mind go to the place where she must have been when it all occurred. I know here in the states people are innocent until proven guilty, and I'm trying my best to be the good dog I am, but I will not rest until I find the killer. I have the top authorities investigating the case as we speak. Nothing is too good for my bumpy skinned love. It was as though she always had goose bumps for me when I walked into the room.  I'll never forget the way my rough tongue felt against her large talons. Now, I am sworn under oath not to divulge too much of the investigation, but here are a few photos that have been released to the press. I'll let you be the jury. I already have my suspicions.

EXHIBIT A:
A photo of Henrietta's last surgery post op. They had to remove her trachea due to overuse, and while she was under anesthesia, they also performed liposuction. I told her that extra cushion just meant more to love, but she said it was something she needed to do to feel comfortable in her bikini again.  We also embarked on a new journey, the amazing world of Sign language. Due to the fact that Henrietta never had hands, she became skilled at the art of ASL using her feet. The language of love is universal.

EXHIBIT B:
After walkies with the Momma, we returned home to one of Henrietta's Talons on the floor. Now, I know she was fighting gangrene for quite a while, but there was just something I didn't trust in Rigsby's eyes as we attempted to reattach it. The strands of hair are being sent to the lab for further investigation.

EXHIBIT C:
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The following photo's were taken by professional investigators in my home the day my beloved chick went to her final resting place

EXHIBIT D:
My brother, with one of Henrietta's most favorite attributes. He says he was just helping clean up the scene of the crime before I got home, but I think I see some drool coming out of his mouth. . .

EXHIBIT E:

EXHIBIT F:
Morgue shot. When I had to identify her remains.

EXHIBIT G:

EXHIBIT H:
It kills me to look at this. She was found right by the back door, as if she was trying to flee. I will not comment whether I think it's a coincidence that Rigsby is next to her chalk outline the police traced on the floor. . .My poor, sweet sticky buns.

She was a good chick. And a fighter. Her body failed her, but her soul clucks within me forever.