It is exactly one month ago today when God took
my Little Bear from me.
You see Little Bear was not a dog he was much more than that.
He was a part of our family my little baby boy.
When we got him and his brother Smokey I never dreamed
I would lose either one of them at such a young age.
He had just turned 4 years old on May 23 2001.
He just didn’t listen when he darted out towards the road that horrible
June 3rd day. He was protecting his family and his home from a strange dog
who was being walked on the opposite side of our busy road.
Little Bear died instantly right in front of my home and now I have to live
with that memory everyday. It has been very difficult especially for Smokey
who misses his brother terribly.
They have never been apart in 4 years now he is alone.
I know he still remembers his brother. He looks at me with his soft eyes
when I mention Little Bears name.
We walk together to visit Bear resting place to talk to him
and sit for a while.
I can’t express the loss that I still feel and I guess always will.
I just hope that my Little Bear boy is happy and safe and looking
down at all of us with his soulful eyes and mischievous little grin
and waiting for the day when we will all be together again.
I can’t wait till the day comes when I can hold him in my arms again
and tell him once more how much I love him and appreciate all the
unconditional love he gave me for his four short years.
There is nothing like the love of a true companion.
My Little Bear was my true companion.
Dana
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