Where The Dogwood Grows

Honey Girl

   A few weeks ago our sweet dog, Triumph taught our family a valuable lesson about death and the love that one has for a dear pet.  As a father, I am always amazed that God has put on this earth, even in something so simple and lovable as a Dog, an opportunity for growth and understanding.  This morning we were taught another lesson about love, friendship, and the enduring bond of companionship, even in animals.  Triumph's best friend and companion is, and has been, Honey.  Tiff and I found her on the side of the road several years ago when we were expecting James.  Someone had dumped her and another puppy by a trash bin and left them to fend for themselves.  I spent about 30 minutes trying to catch both of them, but Honey was the only one that would let me catch her.  The other scampered off into the woods where I couldn't get him.  The idea was to take her to the pound.  I should say MY idea was to take her to the pound.  Tiffany soon grew to love her, as she does all stray animals and people, and decided that we should keep her.  She became our third dog, and for a while, her and Tiff were the only girls in our house of boys:  Moab, Triumph, James, and Me.  Honey became very loyal.  When we moved to our new home she developed a passion for barking, and waking the neighbors.  We tried everything to get her to stop.  Shock collars, spray bottles, threats, but none of them worked.  Shortly before Triumph passed, we got a collar that would spray her when she barked and that seemed to help.  But when Triumph passed, she stopped barking completely - the product of a broken heart.  As Tiff's mom and we have nursed her and tried to help her the last few weeks, we have seen a change in Honey that was much deeper than just losing another dog that she could run and play with.  Her heart was broken.  She was in pain.  James and Jade would go out and throw a ball with her.  That seemed to help.  We gave her more attention, and that seemed to help some.  But it couldn't overcome the grief she felt for her buddy, her companion, Triumph. She's always had bad hips and over the last few days she hasn't been able to walk.  We took her to the vet to see what he could do and he gave her a shot to help with the inflammation. We brought her home Wednesday from the vet and tried to nurse her back to health, giving her liquids through a syringe so that she would drink.  As I went out this morning to give her some more pedialite I could tell that she had passed on.  Minutes before I had seen her move some, trying to get in a better position.  Many people have thought that we were a little nuts to have 3 dogs.  There are times when I have agreed with them. But today our sweet Honey taught our children, and us, something that words could never possibly convey.  That love and friendship is a strong bond.  That those ties are stronger than any rope or cable.  That loyalty is a trait to be admired, nurtured, and never abandoned.  As Easter Sunday approaches we will be reminded of that bond.  We will remember the love that our Savior has for us, and that the loyalty and love that He has for each of us made it possible for us to repent and live again.

In between Honey and Triumph we have planted a Dogwood tree.  It is one of my favorites, and a tree that always reminds me of my Dad.  Every time that tree blooms in the spring time it will remind us about love, loyalty, and friendship and that those bonds continue from this life to the next.  Thank you, Honey and Triumph, for teaching us the value of a good furry friend, even though it hurts when we have to say goodbye.

TJ

Where the Dogwood Grows

 

 

The kids made these cards for Honey:

Jade's Honey Picture

Jade's Card

Triumph & Honey's Big Red Dog House