Honey B. was a rescue, so we don't know her exact age, but my husband and I adopted her on our first wedding anniversary 14 years ago. From the beginning, she was "mom's girl", and we were inseparable. When she was seven, we learned she had skin cancer, but with surgery, Honey was back to her normal playful self in no time. When she was eleven, they found a hemangiosarcoma on her tongue... again, surgery, this time with radiation, but she recovered and we had three great years before she started losing weight. For a while, the vet chalked it up to her getting older, but an ultrasound revealed not one, not two but THREE different cancers running rampant through her little body. We had a celebration for her the entire week before her passing, with steak (one of the only things she would eat) and lots of snuggles.|
I miss her so much it feels like my heart will collapse in upon itself. I'm glad the cancer is gone forever and that she's finally free of pain. I will love her forever, because she taught me how to love. I wasn't really a "dog person" before we got her and her sister Luci (still with us, and she's also around 14 years old). I'll keep giving Luci all my love, and I know what is what Honey B. would want me to do.
Thank you for all of the thoughts posted. I didn't share this page with anyone else, so I was surprised to see strangers who recognize my pain coming to grieve with me, and to comfort me. That means a lot, and I appreciate the kindness in your souls.