Honey was a very special dog. She chose us by hitting me on the head when we were at the shelter. She suffered from separation anxiety and after many torn up sofas and other belongings, she realized we weren’t giving up on her and we would always be there for her. We called her the Billy Goat because she would eat any treat we would give her. We lived by the 3-second rule. That was about how long it would take for something to hit the floor and Honey to gobble it up. Our lives will never be the same without her but we know she is at peace, in a better place, playing with her yellow ball. Until we meet again my sweet baby.