I got Bear when he was eighteen months old. I remember he was so scared... He was alwasy so whimpy! When my sister and I would go to school, well if he was a person he would have been crying he was so sad - and how happy he was when we came home! The look in his eyes is indescribale. During thunder storms he would shake and be so scared as he crawled into your lap, yeah I know he was a bit big! But, he didn't know that. He was my baby boy. He IS my baby boy. I remember a few winters ago when he had a red bandana around his neck and he would bury his nose into the snow, and he'd look up at me and be like 'come on! let's play!' When we found Blackie, who is still with us, Bear didn't like him much at first. But, soon they became best friends and Bear got used to sharing his people with Blackie. I know Blackie misses and loves him as much as we do. Well, a week before Bear died he was fine. We took him and Blackie on a long walk on the bike trail. Little did I know that would be one of our last walks together. God gave us a great last week together. Bear, since he was little, ripped things up. Apparantly he ripped a towel up and it got caught in his digestive track - he died on October 12, 2005 on the operating table. It still doesn't feel like he's gone. The morning my parents took him to the vet it was a monday and i remember kissing his head as he was carried out to the car whipering 'get well boy'. I know he tried, he really tried - but it was just his time to go on to Rainbow Bridge. But, that doesn't make me feel any better. I love that dog so much. It just doesn't feel like he's gone - and I guess he really isn't, he lives on in all our hearts. The night before he died I remember I look at a picture I had of him on my wall. He was all wet after a bath, he was looking up into the camera with his tounge hanging lop sided out of his mouth and plain as anything I could see in his eyes that look of pure happiness. I knew he was saying "i love you". And I thought, "i love you too, baby." In my diary that night I wrote "God don't take my dog away. I love you Bear. Always." And that much is true. Bear, my baby, my angel, my everything I can't wait to see you again. And although we may be getting another golden puppy in the spring we will always remember, miss, and love you. There is nobody who can take your place in our hearts. My Bear, my baby.