Bear was my Saint Bernard that I had for only one year. He didn’t live very long he was only one years old. He was born and then taken to a new home. That is when I got him. I got him that summer of 98′ that was in July. We had him for about 2 months and my dad’s friend bought him off of us. He lived about half and hour away.
Then on December 13, 1998 I went over to my dad’s friends house just to see Bear. He had all his dogs outside with dog houses. Well as I got there I called Bear five to ten times for Bear to come out of his Dog house. He never did, I figured that he was just in a nice deep sleep and didn’t want to get up. Well he was in a deep sleep but he wouldn’t wake up. As I went over to his dog house to see what was up I saw him in there and I went to touch him and he was stiff as a board. He must have died during the night.
I found out that he had froze to death. It was sad. So we got him out and we buried him down the hill of his house. I will never forget
his annoying bark and his personality.
Love Always and Forever,
| Bear |
| Ashley |