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We had to put our Hunny Bear down. Her joints were just too achy and she could hardly stand anymore. It's no fun being a dog when you can't be a dog.

We like to think of Hunny heaven as something like this: A soft and mossy rainforest with what appear to be slow moving porcupines all over the place. Except they're not porcupines. Their quills are like dandelions out to seed and their innards are roast lamb. So that when honey chomps them the "quills" all float away leaving her with the lovely warm juicy meat inside. Perhaps each porcupine is a different kind of meat. Some of her favorites included pork, chicken, bear, moose, cow, plastic, etc.

Here's a lil musical montage we made of our beloved doggy!

We love you and miss you Hunny!

Hunny was born somewhere in the pacific northwest, sometime around 1997. She was a pound puppy rescued by Laura's aunt. Often during the year's Laura joked with her aunt that Hunny should move from Seattle to Alaska. And one day, her aunt said "OK!".

So Hunny came to AK where she transitioned from city dog to Call of the Wild. She avidly flopped into streams, and swam in the surf, and loved killing the porcupine, regardless of the cost (on our part) and the bloodshed (on her part). One time, she actually came out of the woods with a porc dangling from her mouth, nearly ripped in have. Her face and inside her mouth were covered in quills. And she was so proud. It took Lu and I three hours and a dose of doggy-downers to yank each quill.

Hunny's joints progressively got worse over the course of her life. And finally after a full-suite x-ray the vet noticed a fracture in her pelvis, long-since healed. He surmised that she'd been hit by a car (or some other trauma) as a puppy and the wound healed naturally. Poor gieue! The end result was that she was in a lot pain. This caused her to not move around much, which allowed the arthritis to grow.

What I remember most about Hunny? Cuddling with her and soft fur. She was a great cuddler!