Honey

It began in a mall pet-store when a Siberian Husky puppy, just a few weeks old, pulled on my mustache. She then tried to eat a parrot, then she ran away down the mall running all together too fast for a little puppy. I felt my heart pounding, and I fell madly and deeply in love with the biggest trouble-maker I've ever known.

Honey was sweet, wild, disobedient, lovable, and oh-so destructive. I had to learn how to train a dog, and I had to learn fast! She used to pull books off the shelves, and tear one page out at a time until there was nothing but a mountain of paper. She used to bite holes in the water-bed, and flood the house. Her nick-name was Houdini, because no matter what we did, she would escape and we'd find her in a neighbors house, or down the street somewhere. She killed squirrels, rats, opossums, and cats. If anyone if foolish enough to want a wolf in their house, they should try having a husky first -- that'll change their mind!

Once she was trained, she became a wonderful and peaceful part of my life for fifteen years. She was a wild unfettered spirit. We went hiking, camping, and running on the beach. There was nothing she didn't love, and no venture she didn't explore without zest and zeal. She accepted the word unconditionally, and loved everyone in the same way. She was a loyal friend who I loved deeply.

When Honey's body finally wore out, I held her in my arms as the vet put her to sleep. I was with her when she passed, and if my deepest wish comes true, when I also pass away, I will be reunited with her. Honey left her dirty paw prints on my heart, and I will forever remember the love I saw in her crystal blue eyes.