Honey

28th June 1990 to April 13th 2004

From Pat Gibson

Letting you go was the hardest thing that I had ever done. Oh, how I prayed that the Lord would take you in your sleep while you rested. But it was not to be. The decision to put you down was made on Tuesday, April 13, 2004.  In my heart that morning I knew that this would probably be your last day with us. You were a wonderful dog and faithful companion. You were my third child.  Honey was 13 years old when he died. He had been deaf since the age of 10 and had chronic bronchitis and arthritis.  Through all of this, Honey was such a joy!  On that fateful morning, his breathing was more labored, but he continued to walk and eat. By the time I got home from work, a trip to the vet was in order. Diagnoses from the x ray:  pneumonia or lung cancer. Either way it didn't look good for my guy. Just being in the vet's office made him anxious so he was working himself in a tizzy. I couldn't bear being there. My husband and the doctor talked and I cried over the phone. 

Once the final decision was made, the world seemed to stop. The rain, which had been going on most of the day, came down harder.  My tears seemed endless and my heart ached to pieces. I wanted a sign so bad from God that we were doing the right thing, but nothing was coming through. As my husband and I stood on the deck to find a burial spot, the sun appeared and three rainbows filled the sky. Even though my heart was heavy, I knew my baby was ok. We made the right choice. Honey was saying thank you for loving me. I won't forget you.  Honey will always be a part of me. I'll love him forever.