We had to let Henry go yesterday morning. I’m so sorry to tell everyone. I know many of you loved seeing him despite how camera shy he was. He was so similar to me. My shadow. Please bear with me while I clumsily try to honor him. I have to tell you that Mark and Chica and I lay here a day later feeling like we sawed our own arm off. I’m sorry if we are a mess for a while. It was a miracle he made it to the wedding, still his old self. I can’t believe we had that. Over a year of good days after a cancer diagnosis that we all thought was ready to take him out the day we discovered it. Even yesterday morning, exhausted as he was – Henry jumped in and out of the car, head out the window and tugged towards his favorite trail at his favorite park. And then he came home and we helped him rest. He simply ran out of good days. From the worst motion sickness I’ve ever seen to teaching himself to stick his head out the window. He’d meep and meep and meep. The perfect road trip partner. He got to see Thailand to LA, even the Atlantic. Snow and desert and beaches and forests and creeks. How many dogs could say the same? I keep thinking back to all those film shoots in Austin, where he suddenly discovered how to run. And god it was the most shamelessly dorky run – the kind of enthusiasm reserved for passions discovered in the second chapter of life – lived as if you’re making up for lost time. And most importantly of all, he was little brother to his big sister. They loved each other so much. Chica was the only dog Henry ever truly figured out how to play with. He eventually grew brave enough to wrestle in front of our friends. She taught him how to be a dog. He gave her purpose. Last night Mark said he was plucked from the cosmos just for us. And he certainly was, but he had some human help along the way. Thank you to Tamara at @thaistreetpaws_dogrescue for saving his life. It was an honor to take him into our home, but it ultimately became his home more than any of ours. He was my Henry copilot, our watchful eyes, and he was perfect.
We had to let Henry go yesterday morning. I’m so sorry to tell everyone. I know many of you loved seeing him despite how camera shy he was. He was so similar to me. My shadow. Please bear with me while I clumsily try to honor him. I have to tell you that Mark and Chica and I lay here a day later feeling like we sawed our own arm off. I’m sorry if we are a mess for a while. It was a miracle he made it to the wedding, still his old self. I can’t believe we had that. Over a year of good days after a cancer diagnosis that we all thought was ready to take him out the day we discovered it. Even yesterday morning, exhausted as he was – Henry jumped in and out of the car, head out the window and tugged towards his favorite trail at his favorite park. And then he came home and we helped him rest. He simply ran out of good days. From the worst motion sickness I’ve ever seen to teaching himself to stick his head out the window. He’d meep and meep and meep. The perfect road trip partner. He got to see Thailand to LA, even the Atlantic. Snow and desert and beaches and forests and creeks. How many dogs could say the same? I keep thinking back to all those film shoots in Austin, where he suddenly discovered how to run. And god it was the most shamelessly dorky run – the kind of enthusiasm reserved for passions discovered in the second chapter of life – lived as if you’re making up for lost time. And most importantly of all, he was little brother to his big sister. They loved each other so much. Chica was the only dog Henry ever truly figured out how to play with. He eventually grew brave enough to wrestle in front of our friends. She taught him how to be a dog. He gave her purpose. Last night Mark said he was plucked from the cosmos just for us. And he certainly was, but he had some human help along the way. Thank you to Tamara at @thaistreetpaws_dogrescue for saving his life. It was an honor to take him into our home, but it ultimately became his home more than any of ours. He was my Henry copilot, our watchful eyes, and he was perfect.
We had to let Henry go yesterday morning. I’m so sorry to tell everyone. I know many of you loved seeing him despite how camera shy he was. He was so similar to me. My shadow. Please bear with me while I clumsily try to honor him. I have to tell you that Mark and Chica and I lay here a day later feeling like we sawed our own arm off. I’m sorry if we are a mess for a while. It was a miracle he made it to the wedding, still his old self. I can’t believe we had that. Over a year of good days after a cancer diagnosis that we all thought was ready to take him out the day we discovered it. Even yesterday morning, exhausted as he was – Henry jumped in and out of the car, head out the window and tugged towards his favorite trail at his favorite park. And then he came home and we helped him rest. He simply ran out of good days. From the worst motion sickness I’ve ever seen to teaching himself to stick his head out the window. He’d meep and meep and meep. The perfect road trip partner. He got to see Thailand to LA, even the Atlantic. Snow and desert and beaches and forests and creeks. How many dogs could say the same? I keep thinking back to all those film shoots in Austin, where he suddenly discovered how to run. And god it was the most shamelessly dorky run – the kind of enthusiasm reserved for passions discovered in the second chapter of life – lived as if you’re making up for lost time. And most importantly of all, he was little brother to his big sister. They loved each other so much. Chica was the only dog Henry ever truly figured out how to play with. He eventually grew brave enough to wrestle in front of our friends. She taught him how to be a dog. He gave her purpose. Last night Mark said he was plucked from the cosmos just for us. And he certainly was, but he had some human help along the way. Thank you to Tamara at @thaistreetpaws_dogrescue for saving his life. It was an honor to take him into our home, but it ultimately became his home more than any of ours. He was my Henry copilot, our watchful eyes, and he was perfect.
We had to let Henry go yesterday morning. I’m so sorry to tell everyone. I know many of you loved seeing him despite how camera shy he was. He was so similar to me. My shadow. Please bear with me while I clumsily try to honor him. I have to tell you that Mark and Chica and I lay here a day later feeling like we sawed our own arm off. I’m sorry if we are a mess for a while. It was a miracle he made it to the wedding, still his old self. I can’t believe we had that. Over a year of good days after a cancer diagnosis that we all thought was ready to take him out the day we discovered it. Even yesterday morning, exhausted as he was – Henry jumped in and out of the car, head out the window and tugged towards his favorite trail at his favorite park. And then he came home and we helped him rest. He simply ran out of good days. From the worst motion sickness I’ve ever seen to teaching himself to stick his head out the window. He’d meep and meep and meep. The perfect road trip partner. He got to see Thailand to LA, even the Atlantic. Snow and desert and beaches and forests and creeks. How many dogs could say the same? I keep thinking back to all those film shoots in Austin, where he suddenly discovered how to run. And god it was the most shamelessly dorky run – the kind of enthusiasm reserved for passions discovered in the second chapter of life – lived as if you’re making up for lost time. And most importantly of all, he was little brother to his big sister. They loved each other so much. Chica was the only dog Henry ever truly figured out how to play with. He eventually grew brave enough to wrestle in front of our friends. She taught him how to be a dog. He gave her purpose. Last night Mark said he was plucked from the cosmos just for us. And he certainly was, but he had some human help along the way. Thank you to Tamara at @thaistreetpaws_dogrescue for saving his life. It was an honor to take him into our home, but it ultimately became his home more than any of ours. He was my Henry copilot, our watchful eyes, and he was perfect.
We had to let Henry go yesterday morning. I’m so sorry to tell everyone. I know many of you loved seeing him despite how camera shy he was. He was so similar to me. My shadow. Please bear with me while I clumsily try to honor him. I have to tell you that Mark and Chica and I lay here a day later feeling like we sawed our own arm off. I’m sorry if we are a mess for a while. It was a miracle he made it to the wedding, still his old self. I can’t believe we had that. Over a year of good days after a cancer diagnosis that we all thought was ready to take him out the day we discovered it. Even yesterday morning, exhausted as he was – Henry jumped in and out of the car, head out the window and tugged towards his favorite trail at his favorite park. And then he came home and we helped him rest. He simply ran out of good days. From the worst motion sickness I’ve ever seen to teaching himself to stick his head out the window. He’d meep and meep and meep. The perfect road trip partner. He got to see Thailand to LA, even the Atlantic. Snow and desert and beaches and forests and creeks. How many dogs could say the same? I keep thinking back to all those film shoots in Austin, where he suddenly discovered how to run. And god it was the most shamelessly dorky run – the kind of enthusiasm reserved for passions discovered in the second chapter of life – lived as if you’re making up for lost time. And most importantly of all, he was little brother to his big sister. They loved each other so much. Chica was the only dog Henry ever truly figured out how to play with. He eventually grew brave enough to wrestle in front of our friends. She taught him how to be a dog. He gave her purpose. Last night Mark said he was plucked from the cosmos just for us. And he certainly was, but he had some human help along the way. Thank you to Tamara at @thaistreetpaws_dogrescue for saving his life. It was an honor to take him into our home, but it ultimately became his home more than any of ours. He was my Henry copilot, our watchful eyes, and he was perfect.
We had to let Henry go yesterday morning. I’m so sorry to tell everyone. I know many of you loved seeing him despite how camera shy he was. He was so similar to me. My shadow. Please bear with me while I clumsily try to honor him. I have to tell you that Mark and Chica and I lay here a day later feeling like we sawed our own arm off. I’m sorry if we are a mess for a while. It was a miracle he made it to the wedding, still his old self. I can’t believe we had that. Over a year of good days after a cancer diagnosis that we all thought was ready to take him out the day we discovered it. Even yesterday morning, exhausted as he was – Henry jumped in and out of the car, head out the window and tugged towards his favorite trail at his favorite park. And then he came home and we helped him rest. He simply ran out of good days. From the worst motion sickness I’ve ever seen to teaching himself to stick his head out the window. He’d meep and meep and meep. The perfect road trip partner. He got to see Thailand to LA, even the Atlantic. Snow and desert and beaches and forests and creeks. How many dogs could say the same? I keep thinking back to all those film shoots in Austin, where he suddenly discovered how to run. And god it was the most shamelessly dorky run – the kind of enthusiasm reserved for passions discovered in the second chapter of life – lived as if you’re making up for lost time. And most importantly of all, he was little brother to his big sister. They loved each other so much. Chica was the only dog Henry ever truly figured out how to play with. He eventually grew brave enough to wrestle in front of our friends. She taught him how to be a dog. He gave her purpose. Last night Mark said he was plucked from the cosmos just for us. And he certainly was, but he had some human help along the way. Thank you to Tamara at @thaistreetpaws_dogrescue for saving his life. It was an honor to take him into our home, but it ultimately became his home more than any of ours. He was my Henry copilot, our watchful eyes, and he was perfect.
We are heartbroken to share that the gorgeous Henry has crossed the rainbow bridge. Henry came into my life in a bad way. Henry was found at a park by a local thai rescuer, with a massive wound on the back of his neck, inflicted by humans. I was asked to take Henry, otherwise he would have been returned to the park. How could I say no? We helped him through, it took an army of people. Volunteers, my sister Nadia, Tom, Lynda, Jo Anne and Dominique and so many others. After arriving in LA, Henry found the most amazing mum and dad, @markiplier and @iceddorkroast A massive thank you to Amy and Mark for adopting Henry and giving him the best life we could ever have asked for. Sending you both so much love and I honestly can’t thank you enough! This is the story of Henry. Run free darling boy. You lived your very best life, the life I dream of for all our rescues. See you at the Rainbow Bridge 🌈💔
Gobsmacked by the response to Iron Lung’s ticket launch. If you’re looking to grab a seat, more screenings are being added every day! This film is independent from tip to tail. It’s such an honor to see it through to the finish this way. It’s literally just yours truly building ironlung.com and updating the CMS on the website every time a new theater gets added, so please comment if you have any issues! Digital design for film advertising was my first little job when I came to LA a decade ago, so I’m tickled to be back in the saddle. Thank you for believing in this project, I promise you’re in for a ride. ironlung.com/buy-tickets IN THEATERS JANUARY 30
Gobsmacked by the response to Iron Lung’s ticket launch. If you’re looking to grab a seat, more screenings are being added every day! This film is independent from tip to tail. It’s such an honor to see it through to the finish this way. It’s literally just yours truly building ironlung.com and updating the CMS on the website every time a new theater gets added, so please comment if you have any issues! Digital design for film advertising was my first little job when I came to LA a decade ago, so I’m tickled to be back in the saddle. Thank you for believing in this project, I promise you’re in for a ride. ironlung.com/buy-tickets IN THEATERS JANUARY 30
Gobsmacked by the response to Iron Lung’s ticket launch. If you’re looking to grab a seat, more screenings are being added every day! This film is independent from tip to tail. It’s such an honor to see it through to the finish this way. It’s literally just yours truly building ironlung.com and updating the CMS on the website every time a new theater gets added, so please comment if you have any issues! Digital design for film advertising was my first little job when I came to LA a decade ago, so I’m tickled to be back in the saddle. Thank you for believing in this project, I promise you’re in for a ride. ironlung.com/buy-tickets IN THEATERS JANUARY 30
Gobsmacked by the response to Iron Lung’s ticket launch. If you’re looking to grab a seat, more screenings are being added every day! This film is independent from tip to tail. It’s such an honor to see it through to the finish this way. It’s literally just yours truly building ironlung.com and updating the CMS on the website every time a new theater gets added, so please comment if you have any issues! Digital design for film advertising was my first little job when I came to LA a decade ago, so I’m tickled to be back in the saddle. Thank you for believing in this project, I promise you’re in for a ride. ironlung.com/buy-tickets IN THEATERS JANUARY 30
Gobsmacked by the response to Iron Lung’s ticket launch. If you’re looking to grab a seat, more screenings are being added every day! This film is independent from tip to tail. It’s such an honor to see it through to the finish this way. It’s literally just yours truly building ironlung.com and updating the CMS on the website every time a new theater gets added, so please comment if you have any issues! Digital design for film advertising was my first little job when I came to LA a decade ago, so I’m tickled to be back in the saddle. Thank you for believing in this project, I promise you’re in for a ride. ironlung.com/buy-tickets IN THEATERS JANUARY 30
Gobsmacked by the response to Iron Lung’s ticket launch. If you’re looking to grab a seat, more screenings are being added every day! This film is independent from tip to tail. It’s such an honor to see it through to the finish this way. It’s literally just yours truly building ironlung.com and updating the CMS on the website every time a new theater gets added, so please comment if you have any issues! Digital design for film advertising was my first little job when I came to LA a decade ago, so I’m tickled to be back in the saddle. Thank you for believing in this project, I promise you’re in for a ride. ironlung.com/buy-tickets IN THEATERS JANUARY 30
Gobsmacked by the response to Iron Lung’s ticket launch. If you’re looking to grab a seat, more screenings are being added every day! This film is independent from tip to tail. It’s such an honor to see it through to the finish this way. It’s literally just yours truly building ironlung.com and updating the CMS on the website every time a new theater gets added, so please comment if you have any issues! Digital design for film advertising was my first little job when I came to LA a decade ago, so I’m tickled to be back in the saddle. Thank you for believing in this project, I promise you’re in for a ride. ironlung.com/buy-tickets IN THEATERS JANUARY 30
November is the kindest month to be deep in my own personal season of goodbyes and gratitude Plenty of beauty to be eked out in endings 🫶 (The behemoth of a dragonfruit appeared out of thin air that first week. I’ve had it nearly as long as I had Henry and this was its first fruit)
November is the kindest month to be deep in my own personal season of goodbyes and gratitude Plenty of beauty to be eked out in endings 🫶 (The behemoth of a dragonfruit appeared out of thin air that first week. I’ve had it nearly as long as I had Henry and this was its first fruit)
November is the kindest month to be deep in my own personal season of goodbyes and gratitude Plenty of beauty to be eked out in endings 🫶 (The behemoth of a dragonfruit appeared out of thin air that first week. I’ve had it nearly as long as I had Henry and this was its first fruit)
November is the kindest month to be deep in my own personal season of goodbyes and gratitude Plenty of beauty to be eked out in endings 🫶 (The behemoth of a dragonfruit appeared out of thin air that first week. I’ve had it nearly as long as I had Henry and this was its first fruit)
November is the kindest month to be deep in my own personal season of goodbyes and gratitude Plenty of beauty to be eked out in endings 🫶 (The behemoth of a dragonfruit appeared out of thin air that first week. I’ve had it nearly as long as I had Henry and this was its first fruit)
November is the kindest month to be deep in my own personal season of goodbyes and gratitude Plenty of beauty to be eked out in endings 🫶 (The behemoth of a dragonfruit appeared out of thin air that first week. I’ve had it nearly as long as I had Henry and this was its first fruit)
November is the kindest month to be deep in my own personal season of goodbyes and gratitude Plenty of beauty to be eked out in endings 🫶 (The behemoth of a dragonfruit appeared out of thin air that first week. I’ve had it nearly as long as I had Henry and this was its first fruit)
November is the kindest month to be deep in my own personal season of goodbyes and gratitude Plenty of beauty to be eked out in endings 🫶 (The behemoth of a dragonfruit appeared out of thin air that first week. I’ve had it nearly as long as I had Henry and this was its first fruit)
November is the kindest month to be deep in my own personal season of goodbyes and gratitude Plenty of beauty to be eked out in endings 🫶 (The behemoth of a dragonfruit appeared out of thin air that first week. I’ve had it nearly as long as I had Henry and this was its first fruit)
November is the kindest month to be deep in my own personal season of goodbyes and gratitude Plenty of beauty to be eked out in endings 🫶 (The behemoth of a dragonfruit appeared out of thin air that first week. I’ve had it nearly as long as I had Henry and this was its first fruit)
