On Tuesday, July 4, 2006, my family and I decided to volunteer at our local humane shelter. That day I was assigned to give all the puppies a bath. I had just finished bathing the last one when someone came to the shelter with another puppy. They had found the little guy sitting along the side of the road. Afraid he would get hit, they brought him to the shelter. I took one look at the little honey and white ball of energy and it was love at first sight. He stole my heart within seconds. I gave him a bath and the worker in charge checked him out to see if he was alright. He was a little dehydrated but otherwise seemed fine. They estimated that he was about 6 weeks old and christened him Honey Bear and put him in a cage to be adopted. I went home but couldn’t stop thinking about him. The very next day, my husband and I went back and got Honey Bear with the intentions of only fostering him. We took him home and I was a gonner. I already loved the little guy and I couldn’t stand the thought of someone else adopting him. So, the next day we headed back to the shelter. On Thursday, July 6, 2006 Honey Bear was adopted into his forever home.
He was the most gentle-natured, loyal and sweetest dog I have ever met. I kept him inside and he quickly became a playmate to my three indoor cats. They had a lot of fun together. He and I walked three to four times daily and we had some fun and interesting adventures.
Sometime early this year (2014) I noticed something wasn’t quite right with H.B. (I called him this sometimes) but I thought that perhaps it was just his age. He was now 8 years old and getting to be a senior dog. However, by August I knew it was more than just his age. One night, he was lying on the floor and I was sitting beside him. I could tell by the look in his eyes that something major was going on and I had the gut feeling that if we didn’t get him help, he was going to die. It was around 10 pm so our only choice was to get him to the Animal Hospital in Indianapolis. We loaded him up and made the long trip. The vet ran tests and diagnosed him with kidney disease. Apparently he had this disease for a very long time but didn’t show any symptoms except for bad breath which I noticed but didn’t think anything about it. Anyway, he treated him and I got him into his regular vet the very next day. After 5 days he was sent home and seemed better. However, from that point on I had to give him a shot 3 times a week, he had to take 3 pills a day and had to be on a special diet.
In the end it only added a couple months to his life. The last few days of November his health declined to the point he couldn’t eat. Then he couldn’t drink. On Wednesday, December 3, my husband and I came home from doing some Christmas shopping and found him on the floor. He was barely breathing. My husband gently picked H.B. up, sat on the couch and laid him across his lap. I knelt on the floor by them. We petted our baby and sang softly to him so he wouldn’t be alone when he crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. In the last few minutes of his life, he wagged his tail one last time and his mouth curved into what looked like a smile then he sighed and was gone. He went very peacefully. I still see that smile in my mind. I truly believe he saw Jesus or at least someone he was happy to see just before he died. I will remember that moment always.
We wrapped him in his favorite blanket and buried him under a tree where he enjoyed playing as a puppy.
Rest in Peace Honey Bear. You will be missed and loved forever.
He was the most gentle-natured, loyal and sweetest dog I have ever met. I kept him inside and he quickly became a playmate to my three indoor cats. They had a lot of fun together. He and I walked three to four times daily and we had some fun and interesting adventures.
Sometime early this year (2014) I noticed something wasn’t quite right with H.B. (I called him this sometimes) but I thought that perhaps it was just his age. He was now 8 years old and getting to be a senior dog. However, by August I knew it was more than just his age. One night, he was lying on the floor and I was sitting beside him. I could tell by the look in his eyes that something major was going on and I had the gut feeling that if we didn’t get him help, he was going to die. It was around 10 pm so our only choice was to get him to the Animal Hospital in Indianapolis. We loaded him up and made the long trip. The vet ran tests and diagnosed him with kidney disease. Apparently he had this disease for a very long time but didn’t show any symptoms except for bad breath which I noticed but didn’t think anything about it. Anyway, he treated him and I got him into his regular vet the very next day. After 5 days he was sent home and seemed better. However, from that point on I had to give him a shot 3 times a week, he had to take 3 pills a day and had to be on a special diet.
In the end it only added a couple months to his life. The last few days of November his health declined to the point he couldn’t eat. Then he couldn’t drink. On Wednesday, December 3, my husband and I came home from doing some Christmas shopping and found him on the floor. He was barely breathing. My husband gently picked H.B. up, sat on the couch and laid him across his lap. I knelt on the floor by them. We petted our baby and sang softly to him so he wouldn’t be alone when he crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. In the last few minutes of his life, he wagged his tail one last time and his mouth curved into what looked like a smile then he sighed and was gone. He went very peacefully. I still see that smile in my mind. I truly believe he saw Jesus or at least someone he was happy to see just before he died. I will remember that moment always.
We wrapped him in his favorite blanket and buried him under a tree where he enjoyed playing as a puppy.
Rest in Peace Honey Bear. You will be missed and loved forever.
On Tuesday, July 4, 2006, my family and I decided to volunteer at our local humane shelter. That day I was assigned to give all the puppies a bath. I had just finished bathing the last one when someone came to the shelter with another puppy. They had found the little guy sitting along the side of the road. Afraid he would get hit, they brought him to the shelter. I took one look at the little honey and white ball of energy and it was love at first sight. He stole my heart within seconds. I gave him a bath and the worker in charge checked him out to see if he was alright. He was a little dehydrated but otherwise seemed fine. They estimated that he was about 6 weeks old and christened him Honey Bear and put him in a cage to be adopted. I went home but couldn’t stop thinking about him. The very next day, my husband and I went back and got Honey Bear with the intentions of only fostering him. We took him home and I was a gonner. I already loved the little guy and I couldn’t stand the thought of someone else adopting him. So, the next day we headed back to the shelter. On Thursday, July 6, 2006 Honey Bear was adopted into his forever home.
He was the most gentle-natured, loyal and sweetest dog I have ever met. I kept him inside and he quickly became a playmate to my three indoor cats. They had a lot of fun together. He and I walked three to four times daily and we had some fun and interesting adventures.
Sometime early this year (2014) I noticed something wasn’t quite right with H.B. (I called him this sometimes) but I thought that perhaps it was just his age. He was now 8 years old and getting to be a senior dog. However, by August I knew it was more than just his age. One night, he was lying on the floor and I was sitting beside him. I could tell by the look in his eyes that something major was going on and I had the gut feeling that if we didn’t get him help, he was going to die. It was around 10 pm so our only choice was to get him to the Animal Hospital in Indianapolis. We loaded him up and made the long trip. The vet ran tests and diagnosed him with kidney disease. Apparently he had this disease for a very long time but didn’t show any symptoms except for bad breath which I noticed but didn’t think anything about it. Anyway, he treated him and I got him into his regular vet the very next day. After 5 days he was sent home and seemed better. However, from that point on I had to give him a shot 3 times a week, he had to take 3 pills a day and had to be on a special diet.
In the end it only added a couple months to his life. The last few days of November his health declined to the point he couldn’t eat. Then he couldn’t drink. On Wednesday, December 3, my husband and I came home from doing some Christmas shopping and found him on the floor. He was barely breathing. My husband gently picked H.B. up, sat on the couch and laid him across his lap. I knelt on the floor by them. We petted our baby and sang softly to him so he wouldn’t be alone when he crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. In the last few minutes of his life, he wagged his tail one last time and his mouth curved into what looked like a smile then he sighed and was gone. He went very peacefully. I still see that smile in my mind. I truly believe he saw Jesus or at least someone he was happy to see just before he died. I will remember that moment always.
We wrapped him in his favorite blanket and buried him under a tree where he enjoyed playing as a puppy.
Rest in Peace Honey Bear. You will be missed and loved forever.
He was the most gentle-natured, loyal and sweetest dog I have ever met. I kept him inside and he quickly became a playmate to my three indoor cats. They had a lot of fun together. He and I walked three to four times daily and we had some fun and interesting adventures.
Sometime early this year (2014) I noticed something wasn’t quite right with H.B. (I called him this sometimes) but I thought that perhaps it was just his age. He was now 8 years old and getting to be a senior dog. However, by August I knew it was more than just his age. One night, he was lying on the floor and I was sitting beside him. I could tell by the look in his eyes that something major was going on and I had the gut feeling that if we didn’t get him help, he was going to die. It was around 10 pm so our only choice was to get him to the Animal Hospital in Indianapolis. We loaded him up and made the long trip. The vet ran tests and diagnosed him with kidney disease. Apparently he had this disease for a very long time but didn’t show any symptoms except for bad breath which I noticed but didn’t think anything about it. Anyway, he treated him and I got him into his regular vet the very next day. After 5 days he was sent home and seemed better. However, from that point on I had to give him a shot 3 times a week, he had to take 3 pills a day and had to be on a special diet.
In the end it only added a couple months to his life. The last few days of November his health declined to the point he couldn’t eat. Then he couldn’t drink. On Wednesday, December 3, my husband and I came home from doing some Christmas shopping and found him on the floor. He was barely breathing. My husband gently picked H.B. up, sat on the couch and laid him across his lap. I knelt on the floor by them. We petted our baby and sang softly to him so he wouldn’t be alone when he crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. In the last few minutes of his life, he wagged his tail one last time and his mouth curved into what looked like a smile then he sighed and was gone. He went very peacefully. I still see that smile in my mind. I truly believe he saw Jesus or at least someone he was happy to see just before he died. I will remember that moment always.
We wrapped him in his favorite blanket and buried him under a tree where he enjoyed playing as a puppy.
Rest in Peace Honey Bear. You will be missed and loved forever.
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