My best friend for nearly twelve years has been my faithful dog Bear. Where ever I went, he followed. He was just a ball of black fur with a white chest when he adopted me at the age of six weeks. A mix of Lab and Newfoundland, he grew to 150 pounds. A gentle giant who tolerated unknown numbers of cats over the years and grand kids climbing or sleeping on him. If I went out the door without him, he laid down right there and waited for my return. When I lost my voice to cancer, he learned hand signals from me and did what was asked of him. I could not have asked for a more faithful friend.
As happens to all good things, there is an end. Bear lost control of the muscles in his back end, quit eating and then lost his bladder control. One of the hard decisions I had to make was having him put to sleep. He is now resting in a pasture, along a shaded fence row. It is not the same without him here. I didn't know I could do chores around the house or eat without him.
The lady next door handed me a card tonight and in it she said,"God blessed you with a true friend when he gave you Bear." How very true.
I know right now he is laying right inside the Pearly Gates waiting for me.
1 comment:
I am SO SORRY for the lose of Bear. He sounds a lot like my 4 year dog Sadie. She is my shadow. I found your blog and loved it. You are a survivor!! You may not be able to talk out load but I hear you throught your words. I love how you got your name Ole Buford. I love Smoky and the Bandit, because I love that car. Keep on writing can't wait to hear what your up to next
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