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| Feb. 25 1986 —– Oct. 6 1996 | Nov. 18 1987 —– July 6 1997 |
Bear was a German Shepherd Labrador mix and the best
dog I ever had. He was born February 25 1986.
I really feel that he was almost human. He understood everything I said
was there to love me comfort me and share everyday with me.
Bear went blind overnight but we never were able to find
out what caused it. The specialists at Cornell Veterinary School
couldn’t find any reason for this happening.
Well from May to August of 1995 I was his eyes and we bonded
even more In August of 1996 Bear hurt his leg and when I took him
to the Vet they needed to x-ray his leg but my daughter
went into labor so I had to postpone the x-ray and go to
Connecticut. While in Connecticut Bear got worse.
I had to carry him down the steps and then I brought him to the
Vet Hospital where they did the x-ray and then had to do a
Biopsy. They did the biopsy on Monday.
I came home with him on Tuesday using Demerol to ease his pain.
On Thursday the clinic faxed the biopsy report stating that it was
a cancerous tumor very advanced.
I called Cornell and they were going to see him on Monday.
Well Sunday morning Bear woke me at 1 am and he wasn’t doing well
I rushed him to the vet and he said there wasn’t anything he could do.
He called the emergency hospital and I brought
Bear there hoping that there was something they could do;
I couldn’t even begin to think about life without him. After
being there about 45 minutes the doctor came out and said
that we were losing him so I stayed by his side telling him
I loved him and that he would always be in my heart and I
would never forget him and that I would never have another
friend like him.
He finally closed his eyes and went to sleep
on October 6 l996 at 7:15 am he was 10 1/2 years old. When
I came home our other dog Major; a long hair German Shepherd,
registered born November 17 1987 was looking all over for
Bear and I held him and told him that his buddy wasn’t coming
home. I really think he understood because he was very quiet
and seemed broken hearted. The following March I went to
the shelter and brought home a puppy shepherd/ lab mix hoping
it would help Major come out of his depression. He seemed a
little better with the puppy but not the same Major. On July 5
at 1 am Major woke me he was sick and acting the same way
Bear did. I called the Vet immediately and brought him over.
His fever spiked to 105. The vet pumped his stomach took
some blood and gave him some injections and medication.
The next day his fever was down to 102 and he seemed to be
doing better. That night July 6th around 4:30 the vet called
and said Majors fever spiked again and he didn’t think he was
going to make it. I rushed right over and saw that Major was in
quite a bit of distress. I told the Vet that he hadn’t been the
same since Bear died and his heart was broken and it never
healed. The vet said that he didn’t have much time so I took
Major in my lap and the vet gave him an injection and he went
to sleep in my arms. Nine months to the day I lost Bear I lost
Major. They were the absolute best dogs ever and we will
never be able to replace them or what they meant to us.
I had them both cremated and have them buried in our front
yard with two Rose of Sharon bushes planted by them that
were given to us by our friends to always remember
our precious Bear and Major.