Honey Bear took her last ride yesterday. I wish I could have made her feel better, even if only for a few days. I couldn’t watch her wither away and suffer.
I was never sure how old Honey was when she came to us in 2017 but our vet at that time said she was under 5 years old. I decided she was about 3 years old, so about 9 this year. It was the evening before my birthday in July of 2017. This is going to sound strange, but I felt that my Fuzz led her to me. I had just lost Fuzz a few months prior. The night before my birthday this year is when she first showed signs of being sickly. A week later, she’s gone.
Thanks, everyone, for the sympathy and condolences. I appreciate all of the moral support through the last week. I am mentally and physically exhausted. It’s hard losing a furry member of the family. Even the other furbabies know there’s something off.

