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BEAR
Bear came to live with me almost ten
years ago when he was four years old when I lived in a one-bedroom
apartment. We used to walk every evening because we both needed the
exercise. Subsequently, we bought a home so he could have a back yard
to roam—unfortunately, we both missed the walks and got fatter because
of it!
Bear was always a "people dog". To my
female guests, he’d lean into them and then look over at me with a
"look at me!" expression on his face. When granddaughter Aubree would
try to sit on him (when she was younger), he wouldn’t growl at her,
but he did "rumble" to let her know that was enough. At meal times he
would, before his hips gave him too much pain, jump up and down in a
little dance and his butt was always wagging! Two years ago, another
male Rott, Logan, came to live with us. Bear put up with this younger,
more aggressive interloper, and I believe this is a large part of what
contributed to Bears longevity.
Although I would have never named a dog
"Bear", in his case it was appropriate. His names, however, were many:
Bear-man, Bay-row, Oh, boy, oh boy, oh Bear, and, in a big voice, Big
Ole Bear, Big Ole Boy, and Hey, Ole Man. Bear and Logan together were
known as Logo-Bear.
We put Bear down yesterday, and we
shall miss him greatly! The quality of his life became untenable this
last week when he could not get up. He passed peacefully and well
loved. We patted him and told him good bye…
Bear
1994 - 2009
R.I.P. |
