Bear
is very special to me, because my late husband gave him to me for
my birthday. Two weeks later my husband of 21 years was killed on our
farm by a terrible freak accident. Bear was eight weeks at the time, still a
puppy "Baby" so to speak, and he helped me quite a lot with the loss of
my husband. So, what if my little bear is spoiled and can do no wrong?
My husband loved the little dog also. In fact, he was the one who named
him. Such a big name for such a little dog.
Bear has brought me and my children much happiness over the years. I can
still picture him laying on my husband's chest, both of them fast
asleep. He was so tiny, you had to watch where you would walk. Bear
thinks he is big. He would want to chase the cows and any other big
animal that was around. I guess you would say he felt hehad to live up
to his name. This little fellow means the world to me. My husband has
been gone twelve years now, and when my birthday comes around in
September, I look at my little yorkie "Bear" and know that my husband is
spiritually with me.
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