My sweet little Honey. Not long after losing my dad, a woman who had sold chihuahuas to us previously came by the house while in San Angelo. Mom answered the door, and she was asked if we would be interested in two females. Honey and Lilly Belle were their names, and Mom gladly accepted and paid the woman. At first, the girls were meant to be her dogs, but soon they were following me around all the time. Later on, Lilly went to live with a family friend who had other dogs as well, and I kept Honey. Honey was a part of my life for the next 10 wonderful years..until Mom died. A few months after Mom passed, I decided to move in with other family members, but was told I could not keep Honey. As hard as it was, I had to give her away, and because I did not want to hand her over to just anyone, I chose some very special church friends who live out in Mertzon, which is only half an hour from where I live. They were chosen because I knew how much they loved animals, and I knew they would be good to my Honey as well. For the next couple of years, they would bring her into town every once in a while to let us see each other. What a special time those visits were. She even came to Sunday night Bible study sometimes, and the other members just loved her.

Honey lived a long and full life, and was treated with love and kindness. She was tough for being such a little dog and hardly ever barked, unless she felt threatened. She was always happiest when being fed or loved on, or even played with. She loved a good scratch on her back and neck, often laying on her belly to really appreciate what was going on.

Last April, it is believed Honey suffered a stroke. She went peacefully in her sleep two days later. As sad as losing her was, she is truly in a better place, and my friends and I will always have that bond. I believe Mom is taking care of her for now.