Happy Birthday, Ryan!
4 weeks ago
We rescued you from a shelter. I chose you. You were barking like mad, but I wasn’t afraid of you. We brought you home. You were a nice dog, except for the incessant barking and escaping from our yard and house. You ate Ducky and 2 trees. I was never afraid when Handsome went out of town. You were a great guard dog.
You were Handsome’s dog. He loved you very much. I on the other had did not give you my heart for 7 years.
When I did I loved you very much. You finally stopped jumping up on everyone.
Your appearance was beautiful. Your coat was luxurious and you had an undercoat and molted every spring and fall. I always wanted a sweater made from your beautiful fur.
As the years went on, your hips started to give you
trouble. We did our best, getting you shots, helping you up and down the stairs with a towel. The girls and I even stomped down the ice and snow so you could go potty.
You were 15 when we went to
We miss you Bear. Even I…yes, even I.