Bear

Four weeks ago yesterday I lost my Bear. We didn't know it was coming and it was swift and merciful. I know in my heart that he didn't suffer and for that I am thankful --- but the loss is devastating. You see, with the exception of work, Bear was always with me and always my puppy. He had no sense of his size and thought he was a lap dog, all 142 pounds of him. You see, he was a Rottweiler, my gentle giant and spirit, with only love in his eyes for me, my son and everyone he knew.

He had been raised with only love and he returned it 100 fold. As grateful as I am he was part of my life, the not quite 9 years was all too short a period of time.

He loved our nightly walks so I know he will love his star. For me it will be a place to visit and know that he will always be with me.