Our Honey, Our Baby by Mary Funk

Our Honey, Our Baby

by Mary Funk

Honey, our adorable Cairn Terrier, died yesterday doing something she loved. Chasing. She chased jeeps, motorcycles, UPS trucks, squirrels, rabbits, sometimes birds and always balls. She loved to play ball. This time she chased a jeep that hit her. At 6 years old she had more energy than most puppies. She was our constant companion as we hiked, swam, ran, fished, played ball, and slept. She never left our side and always greeted us enthusiastically and warmly. She loved us always. As she lay dying in the street her little tail wagged as I talked to her. I gently picked her up, taking her to the vet hospital, I laid her on their table. I thought she would be saved as the Doctor called out for x-rays, and medications. Only minutes later a nurse came out with her collar saying she was gone. Our pain is strong. Our hearts are broken. Reminders of her are everywhere. Her tennis ball, her volleyball, her soccer ball, her football, and her nerf ball. If she couldnt find a ball to chase a lemon, stick, or even a pine cone would do. It was her greatest joy. I am so glad to have had her companionship even if it was cut short. We miss her terribly. Goodbye Honey, you were special. Chase balls until we meet at the rainbow bridge.

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