July 14 1974 —– Nov. 1981
We got Baron as a six week old puppy in August of 1974.
He was kinda scrawny and with drawn not like the little Saint Bernard
water melons we had seen in the pet store at $395.
But he was inexpensive and my sister and I could pay the $75
after all our parents said we could have a dog if we were able
to pay for one.
Well that little puppy grew in to a true Saint.
And his life was much to short.
When he passed away I guess I never really wanted
to grieve his loss.
Well this weekend I adopted a Saint from a rescue and I guess the
grief that I’ve buried for 19 years came rushing up from
some deep hidden place.
The new guy I have is such a sweetie. He’s not demanding
he’s my gentle giant!
But thejoy and excitement that I had initially felt about getting him
has been replaced by a profound sense of sadness and loneliness.
I guess I feel some guilt that I’m replacing Baron
but I’mnot trying to replace him.
I’m trying to give a dog who wasn’t raised with love
and caring a good home.
I guess I’m trying to say good-bye to you Bear.
I miss you I’m glad you were in my life for 7 1/2 short years.
Thank you for the love and joy you gave me.
Thank you for forgiving me when I didn’t have time to
pay attention to you.
Please know that I love you and you will
never be replaced.