Yesterday (17.7.2018), following an unfortunate accident, Honey lost her life. She was good with the children, guarded the house, and liked to chase bubbles! We think she was in her eleventh year. She will be cremated and her ashes placed in a small memorial. :
Around late summer 2009, I was told of a rescue dog being kept in a private kennels just outside of London (I think somewhere in Kent). This dog was 18 months old and a Doberman-Staffordshire Terrier cross. This dog was named ‘Honey’ due to her sweet disposition, but because she was rescued from a dog-fighting gang (as a puppy) in Croydon by the RSPCA, no one wanted to adopt. The kind-hearted owners of a private kennels used to support rescue dogs free of charge, but Honey’s time was running-out. As she had ben in the kennels so long, it had been decided that she would be put to sleep the next day. After talking to my mother – Diane Wyles – in Torquay, I set out with a friend and headed off into the countryside on a mercy mission! We arrived in the evening and immediately took to Honey! She was young, inquisitive, and full of life! In the evenings she used to just lie on someone’s lap for hours and sleep. As I lived in London, and given that my parents lived in a house with a big garden in Torquay, Honey eventually relocated to Devon – but only after she had a long walk across Wimbledon Common, and explored other areas in and around Sutton. We were sad to see her go, but she had a good life with many other dogs and wide open spaces, the sea and lots of forests!