Honey, Rest In Peace
I think some times, in this hustle-bustle world, where things are so fast that we hardly have time to think, where we scan instead of read, and spending less time is more important than contemplation, where we shop on the Internet using “click and magic” instead of considering the business tactics, ethics and personnel on the other side of the mouse, sometimes it’s important to realize we are REAL PEOPLE who have real feelings and emotions.
About 6 years ago Pamela adopted Honey from the Arizona Humane Society in Phoenix. I picked her out on their website and said, “Let’s go get that face!” and we did!
We knew Honey was a mixed breed and the following weekend we were at a street fair in Tempe and saw a dog with a similar face. The owner told us he was a Corgi, the Queen’s dog, and we knew Honey was part Corgi. And she acted it, too. She had a temper and an attitude!
My brother named her FSD, short for Flower Shop Dog, because we would bring Honey to the flower shop from Pamela’s house every day. Eventually she told us she didn’t like being transported back and forth, so we left her to play with her toys, where she had a doggie door and could decide if she wanted to be inside or outside in the back yard.
Honey was the joy of Pamela’s life. She took on Pamela’s personality that was unpredictable and sometimes incorrigible. If she didn’t like something, she simply didn’t do it! If she didn’t like the food, she simply didn’t eat it! If she didn’t like you, she simply ignored you!
But she was a joy. Although she was part Corgi, we think the rest of her might have been German Shepherd or another large breed, because she had very long, honey/brown fur, a fluffy tail and a large body for those short little Corgi legs.
About 2 weeks ago Honey got sick. She stopped eating and began to lose weight. Pamela thought she had a stomach flu bug, but after a few days we knew it was more serious than that.
Remember I told you that we don’t always consider the PEOPLE behind what we do? Well, we ran into that with the care for Honey. I called her veterinarian’s office and they were “all booked up” and couldn’t see her. I’m sorry, but I think a client with a sick dog needs to be “squeezed in” between all of these other animals, even if it means waiting for a few minutes. Do you agree?
After much discussion with other animal lovers (most of whom I know from the doggie park) we chose another veterinarian, and the office is a Vet Mill. It’s well run and very clean, and appointments are taken every 15 minutes come hell or high water. The diagnosis and prognosis were not good…
Honey, Rest In Peace.
We took her back to the Arizona Humane Society on Sunday morning to be put down. It’s always such a difficult decision to say good-bye to a loving animal, friend, and member of the family, but certainly the humane decision for the dog.
Why am I telling you this today?
Not for your sympathy, but your understanding is appreciated.
Not for you to send flowers, but your thoughts and comments about your pets are appreciated.
Mostly we want you to understand that we are real people.
We are not a computer in the sky or a click of the mouse. We are your friends and neighbors and we share your emotions, sadness and joys.
Please take a moment to share your memories of your beloved pets who are waiting for you on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge.