Second-Chance Dog by HoneyBunny

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Happy Gotcha Day/Birthday, sweet Angel...

June 2nd 2011 6:09 pm
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A wise man once said "When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight". We choose to remember the day you came into our lives, not the terrible day that you left...

We had gone to the Animal Welfare League to find a companion for Remo the Red. Our older pup, Perky, was getting up there and didn't want to be bothered with a rambunctious Golden Retriever. We were surprised to see a lovely 3 yr old Golden girl sitting in a kennel. The cage card said you were a "stray-not claimed". How could that possibly be? Who wouldn't move Heaven and Earth to find this beautiful girl?

On May 30th, just 3 days before Remo's 2nd Birthday, we brought you home to stay. You and Remo bonded quickly, as if you had always been together. Sadly your Golden spirit had been dimmed by whatever you had experienced before. You were afraid of big men, loud noises, children and especially boys on bikes. But within a year's time your Golden spirit had healed...

We were so blessed... Thank you, HoneyBunny, for all the love you gave to us and every child who stroked your soft golden fur.

 

Happy Gotcha/Barkday at the Bridge, sweetest Angel...

June 2nd 2010 6:26 pm
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A wise man once said "When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight". We choose to remember the day you came into our lives, not the terrible day that you left...

We had gone to the Animal Welfare League to find a companion for Remo the Red. Our older pup, Perky, was getting up there and didn't want to be bothered with a rambunctious Golden Retriever. We were surprised to see a lovely 3 yr old Golden girl sitting in a kennel. The cage card said you were a "stray-not claimed". How could that possibly be? Who wouldn't move Heaven and Earth to find this beautiful girl?

On May 30th, just 3 days before Remo's 2nd Birthday, we brought you home to stay. You and Remo bonded quickly, as if you had always been together. Sadly your Golden spirit had been dimmed by whatever you had experienced before. You were afraid of big men, loud noises, children and especially boys on bikes. But within a year's time your Golden spirit had healed...

We were so blessed... Thank you, HoneyBunny, for all the love you gave to us and every child who stroked your soft golden fur.

 

For the families of Cocobear, Rocky, Maxi, Troop...

April 5th 2010 9:35 pm
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This was posted--I can't remember where-- about the time our HoneyBunny passed. It was posted in loving memory of Isolde Jenkins. It helped me then, and I share it with you all:

Request From Rainbow Bridge

Weep not for me though I am gone
Into that gentle night.
Grieve if you will, but not for long
Upon my soul's sweet flight.
I am at peace, my soul's at rest
There is no need for tears.
With your love I was so blessed
For all those many years.
There is no pain, I suffer not,
The fear is now all gone.
Put all those things out of your thoughts,
In your memory I still live on.
Remember not my fight for breath
Remember not the strife.
Please don't dwell upon my death,
But celebrate my life.

 

Sweet Rocky

March 27th 2010 10:10 pm
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My sweet Rocky, #206009, passed with his whole family at his side. Please keep him, Sarge--his good buddy and roommate, and his entire family in your thoughts and prayers.

Sending our love,
HoneyBunny, the Chicago Crew of Angels,
and Dixie & Burt, our BlackPearls

 

The Journey

March 13th 2010 11:31 pm
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Sweet angel Georgie, #433315, posted this diary entry, that I share with you now. It's titled "The Journey", and it was written by Crystal Ward Kent.

The Journey

When you bring a pet into your life, you begin a journey - a journey that will bring you more love and devotion than you have ever known, yet also test your strength and courage If you allow, the journey will teach you many things, about life, about yourself, and most of all, about love. You will come away changed forever, for one soul cannot touch another without leaving its mark.

Along the way, you will learn much about savoring life's simple pleasures - jumping in leaves, snoozing in the sun, the joys of puddles, and even the satisfaction of a good scratch behind the ears.

If you spend much time outside, you will be taught how to truly experience every element, for no rock, leaf, or log will go unexamined, no rustling bush will be overlooked, and even the very air will be inhaled, pondered, and noted as being full of valuable information. Your pace may be slower - except when heading home to the food dish - but you will become a better naturalist, having been taught by an expert in the field.

Too many times we hike on automatic pilot, our goal being to complete the trail rather than enjoy the journey. We miss the details - the colorful mushrooms on the rotting log, the honeycomb in the old maple snag, the hawk feather caught on a twig. Once we walk as a dog does, we discover a whole new world. We stop; we browse the landscape, we kick over leaves, peek in tree holes, look up, down, all around. And we learn what any dog knows: that nature has created a marvelously complex world that is full of surprises, that each cycle of the seasons bring ever changing wonders, each day an essence all its own.

Even from indoors you will find yourself more attuned to the world around you. You will find yourself watching summer insects collecting on a screen. (How bizarre they are! How many kinds there are!), or noting the flick and flash of fireflies through the dark. You will stop to observe the swirling dance of windblown leaves, or sniff the air after a rain. It does not matter that there is no objective in this; the point is in the doing, in not letting life's most important details slip by.

You will find yourself doing silly things that your pet-less friends might not understand: spending thirty minutes in the grocery aisle looking for the cat food brand your feline must have, buying dog birthday treats, or driving around the block an extra time because your pet enjoys the ride. You will roll in the snow, wrestle with chewie toys, bounce little rubber ball still your eyes cross, and even run around the house trailing your bathrobe tie - with a cat in hot pursuit - all in the name of love.

Your house will become muddier and hairier. You will wear less dark clothing and buy more lint rollers. You may find dog biscuits in your pocket or purse, and feel the need to explain that an old plastic shopping bag adorns your living room rug because your cat loves the crinkly sound.

You will learn the true measure of love - the steadfast, undying kind that says, "It doesn't matter where we are or what we do, or how life treats us as long as we are together." Respect this always.

It is the most precious gift any living soul can give another. You will not find it often among the human race.

And you will learn humility. The look in my dog's eyes often made me feel ashamed. Such joy and love at my presence. She saw not some flawed human who could be cross and stubborn, moody or rude, but only her wonderful companion. Or maybe she saw those things and dismissed them as mere human foibles, not worth considering, and so chose to love me anyway.

If you pay attention and learn well, when the journey is done, you will be not just be a better person, but the person your pet always knew you to be - the one they were proud to call beloved friend.

I must caution you that this journey is not without pain. Like all paths of true love, the pain is part of loving. For as surely as the sun sets, one day your dear animal companion will follow a trail you cannot yet go down. And you will have to find the strength and love to let them go. A pet's time on earth is far too short - especially for those that love them. We borrow them, really, just for awhile, and during these brief years they are generous enough to give us all their love, every inch of their spirit and heart, until one day there is nothing left.

The cat that only yesterday was a kitten is all too soon old and frail and sleeping in the sun. The young pup of boundless energy wakes up stiff and lame, the muzzle now gray. Deep down we somehow always knew that this journey would end. We knew that if we gave our hearts they would be broken. But give them we must for it is all they ask in return.

When the time comes, and the road curves ahead to a place we cannot see, we give one final gift and let them run on ahead - young and whole once more.

"Godspeed, good friend," we say, until our journey comes full circle and our paths cross again.

~ Crystal Ward Kent

 

She gave so much to so many...

August 21st 2009 8:18 pm
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A shelter dog from the Animal Welfare League in Chicago Ridge... You were a "stray--not claimed", and we were forever grateful that your abusive family never claimed you. You were so very sweet, right from the start, but so afraid... large men, children, bikes, loud sounds... oh, what had they done to you?

We made it our mission to make sure you understood that we loved you, no matter what. And you blossomed. You became a Love Bug. You were never happier than when you were meeting and greeting people while fundraising for the Golden Retriever rescue. You taught so many babies and little children not to be afraid of big doggies. When the Rescue wanted to include you in their Calendar, we were hard pressed to find a picture of you that didn't include children or people!

We had 10 glorious, wonderful, fantasmagorical years with our HoneyBunny... She was our Sunshine, our sweetest Sunshine... She made us Happy when skies were grey...

 

Daddy's Day

June 20th 2009 7:20 pm
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I so wish Daddy could think of me, talk about me, without crying. It's been three years today since I left so suddenly for the Bridge. Three years of tears. But Daddy, you meant the world to me. You were my extra special person on Earth, so much more special as I was afraid of big men when I first came to live with you. You and I developed a bond, one that still exists even though now I live only in your heart. I am always close by, always watching, always loving.

Daddy, for Father's Day my wish for you is that you think of me without sadness. You think of me and smile. You think of me and remember only the warmth of our love. Don't cry because it's over, Daddy. Smile and be happy that it happened--that we had those ten wonderful years. You taught me how to trust and love big men again, Daddy. Remember that love.
Happy Daddy's Day.

UPDATE: Mommy and Daddy were talking about all of us this afternoon, and she slipped some memories of me into the conversation... and Daddy smiled and laughed! Oh, Daddy, that was the best Father's gift ever!!! Smiles, not tears :D

 

Happy Birthday, Angel-girl...

May 30th 2009 7:43 pm
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So, sweetie, today you celebrate your 16th Gotcha Day. 13 years ago we were lucky to adopt you. You were a "stray--not claimed" at the local shelter, and we were forever grateful that your abusive family never claimed you. You were so very sweet, right from the start, but so afraid... large men, children, bikes, loud sounds... oh, what had they done to you?

We made it our mission to make sure you understood that we loved you, no matter what. And you blossomed. You became a Love Bug. You were never happier than when you were meeting and greeting people while fundraising for the Golden Retriever Rescue. You taught so many little children not to be afraid of big doggies. When the Rescue wanted to include you in their Calendar, we were hard pressed to find a picture of you that didn't include children or people!

Next month it will be three years since that fateful night. We had taken you to a specialist for your Renal Failure that morning. We came home so full of hope that we'd have many, many more months, even years, with you. That evening you couldn't settle. Something was bothering you. I left to go to the store to get some meds and you followed me out of the house, down the stairs and hopped into the car. Car rides were always a big favorite. We drove around the quiet streets... 2.a.m in the morning, up and down, up and down, and you settled... but when we got home you were already leaving us...

I refuse to cry that it's over; I want to celebrate because it happened. We had 10 glorious, wonderful, fantasmagorical years with our HoneyBunny... She was our Sunshine, our sweetest Sunshine... She made us Happy when skies were grey...

Happy, happy birthday, baby... we love you, always and forever.

 

Oh Daddy, don't cry...

November 3rd 2008 5:22 pm
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Mum and Dad took Dixie on Sunday to one of our favorite places to walk--the Nature Preserve in OakLawn. Now, of course Daddy is gonna think of me and Remo and Lucy while they're there... it WAS one of our favorite places. It's nice to look down and see Dixie exploring the same paths we once walked on... sniffing right where Remo laid in the leaves while Mum took her favorite picture of him, passing the bench where I was lifted up to sit way high up next to Daddy, walking through the grass where Lucy stacked like a Pointer when she smelled ducks... lots and lots of good, good memories.

Dixie and Mum and Dad passed some dogs as they walked, and Dixie was a very good girl. We Angels were very proud of her. When they walked across the wooden bridge to go back to the car, Mum spotted a big Golden Retriever surrounded by children. Mum said "Oh, I have to go see that dog"... and off she went.

Mum told the lady that Remo had just gone to the Bridge at age 14, and the lady said that made her feel good to hear because her Golden was 10 1/2. Mum told the lady we had two Goldens go to the Bridge that summer, and Daddy said "we had three... HoneyBunny lived until she was 12..." and then Daddy walked away. Mum thought it strange until she got back to the car.

Daddy was sitting in the car crying. He said "I thought I was through with this"... meaning he thought he was through crying about me, HoneyBunny, Daddy's Girl... Daddy said it was just that the Golden "looked so much like Honey, with his light gold fur and white face"... Don't cry, Daddy... I know you love me still and I love you. I'll always be with you, in your heart... you know that. Oh Daddy, don't cry...

 

You left us two years ago...

June 18th 2008 7:19 pm
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Sweet dear one, you left us two years ago and not a day goes by that we don't think of you and smile.

You were my Honey, my HoneyBunny,
You made us happy when skies were gray,
I hope you know dear how much we loved you,
Now they've taken our HoneyBunny away...

 
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