Bear was not a loud dog, except outside when guarding us. He was a sweet dog. His tail was always wagging. He didn’t scratch to be let in or out, he waited for others to do that, and then tagged along. He was sometimes stubborn about coming in for dinner if he wasn’t finished with his duties.
As my FB and twitter followers know, Bear passed yesterday just before 3 pm. I called him Bear, or Bear Dog. This photo was taken in December of 2016 – the day Gideon died. Bear will always be in my heart, right alongside his papa, Gideon, and his sister, Miranda. It seems so quiet today, even though he was not a loud dog. I think it is the one less heartbeat in my house that makes it so quiet. Run and play free, my beautiful, loving boy.