He was the product of a puppy mill, abandoned in an outhouse on the pass when the puppy mill was raided. My daughter brought him home to me. He was instantly my tiny shadow, and i took him everywhere i could, everywhere he was allowed. He loved clean laundry and freshly washed toys. He was obsessed with toys, and knew what Barkbox looked like when it came. He could play fetch for hours. He was so incredibly smart. He slept in my bed against my chest.|
He started acting sick, and was diagnosed with Cushing's disease. While it slowed him down, he could still play like a maniac. He managed to go on for three years with the disease. And then, suddenly, he was very sick. He couldn't walk, so i carried him everywhere. I helped him get comfortable so he could sleep. But then he stopped eating, couldn't stand, had trouble breathing. I knew it was time.
Rest well, my precious Bear. Wait for me at the Rainbow Bridge.