I Lost One

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Honey was a terrier mix that originally lived 2 doors down from me. I called the humane shelter on them numerous times for leaving her tied up to a 3 foot chain in the sun, no shelter at all, no water- and it was 90+ degrees outside. The humane shelter guy simply gave her water and left. They had 3 kids, who were known for poking her with sticks, chasing her with them- just tormenting her whenever they could. It wasn't a good situation. Finally the people moved out, and there was peace in the neighborhood once again. Several months later, I was at the grocery store and the cashier noticed my address on my check- and asked me if I'd be interested in a dog. Apparently she was friends with my former neighbors, and knew that the dog was STILL in the house. By this time it's the middle of winter. The man would go over and give her food and water about once a week- all utilities were turned off in the house, and I can't imagine how Honey even survived. I took her, and she was so thin, we had to adjust the new collar I bought her 3 times over the next couple of months- because she was gaining her weight back. She was never a "normal" dog by any means. She didn't really like people much, and didn't want anything to do with my other dogs either- she just wanted to be left alone. She did like my mother- and she pretty much stayed in my moms bedroom most of the time (door was open). When my nieces & nephews would come over, we'd shut the bedroom door so that Honey couldn't come out- she didn't like kids at all. Not long after I got her, the former neighbor kids came over to see "their" dog. Like an idiot, I let them in- I felt bad for the kids in a way... but Honey wanted nothing to do with them and tried to bite them. They came back a couple weeks later, and I refused to let them see her- I didn't want to put Honey through it. A few years ago Honey became diabetic, and I was giving her 2 insulin shots per day. She went blind about 6 weeks after being diagnosed with diabetes. She was doing very well with it, however last Saturday morning, it was very apparent that Honey was suffering. We knew the time was coming soon, however Honey let us knwo for sure on Saturday. It wasn't just an "off" day, she was hurting, and not doing well. We estimated her age at around 15 years old- we had her 10 of those years. I took Honey to the vet last Saturday and put her to sleep. She may have had a rough start, but the last 10 years of her life she didn't have to worry about being chased, she was never hit, always fed, and was allowed to live her life in peace.