Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Today is my birthday. Mom has been trying to explain what that’s all about because I never had a birthday before…at least not that I can remember. After Mom rescued me from the shelter, I had an exam and vaccinations. The vet also looked at my teeth and made a guess that I was at least 4 years old. Mom said that no fur soul should ever be without a day to celebrate how special they are. She is not good at math, but did some quick adding and subtracting in her head and chose February 8th for my birthday. She said it was a perfect choice for me…although I had to wait many months to discover the real excitement of my very own day.
I knew something was up when Mom started flitting around the house in her typical modus operandi when on a mission. She started blowing up something called balloons. It was quite fascinating because as her cheeks got bigger the balloons got bigger. Every once in a while she cleverly let some air out the end and teased all of us with the high pitched squeaks. Sometimes Mom is so-o-o not amusing. But we fur kids have come to expect her silly sense of humor and know that she means well. Mom tied a birthday bandana around my neck, brought out some cupcakes (one with a “5” candle on top) and then scooped me up in her arms. She flipped on the Beatles song “Birthday” and if you don’t remember it, trust me it was very appropriate. So there we were a-movin’-and-a-groovin’ to the beat, and that final dip when the song was over almost took my breath away. Mom cannot carry a tune and has no rhythm whatsoever, but none of us here will ever tell her because she has so darn much fun.
No sooner had I unwrapped my gift when a foster sister slithered away with my new toy. She shall remain nameless because I am not a tattle-tale. (Hint: her name begins with “C” and if you have followed my journey, you know who she is.) But not to worry because our attention soon focused on some doggie-safe cupcakes and Frosty Paws that I planned to share with all of my drooling wide-eyed fur siblings. (Can you believe that there is special ice-cream just for dogs?).
When Mom brought over my birthday cupcake and lit the candle, I got all wiggly. She told me it was time to make a wish. As I contemplated what it would be, I realized that my wish already came true several months ago when I didn’t even know what a wish was. How else can you explain my luck in finding a new life filled with so much happiness? So I made a wish that other abused and abandoned animals might be as fortunate as I have been this past year. I puckered up (Mom helped) and …swoosh… the candle flame went out. I do believe with all of my heart that my birthday wish will come true.
The best year of my whole life has been going from 4 to 5 years old. I learned what it means to be loved, kissed and cuddled. I feel safe and my tummy is full with nutritious food and yummy treats. My health is good and my crippled legs have been repaired so that I am able to do a very unique HoneyBear version of walking. Many angels made it possible for me to reach my fifth birthday. And if you are reading this, you are probably one of them.
Happy Birthday to me…I am as happy as can be!
Luv ~ HoneyBear
Happy Birthday HoneyBear from Uncle Bennie
A Birthday wish to you from me,
Happiness and love for all to see.
Mom and Dad have gifts for you.
Cake and Ice Cream, Candles too.
Hats, Balloons, Music and Punch,
Bowls of Candy, Snacks to munch.
Today HoneyBear is five years old.
A few more wrinkles, heart of gold.
This for you I hope and pray,
Long Life and Health and Sunny Days.