Bear was a twelve year old, fuzzy, lovable Pomeranian. He was my special boy from the very first moment we laid eyes on each other. He’d clearly had a rough start to his young life (he came to me at one year and eleven months old), so I made it my mission to give this sweet boy the wonderful life he deserved.
Over the last ten years, he has been incredibly (and deservedly) spoiled. We’ve had so many adventures; he was my side kick, my little shadow. I have so many favorite memories of him.
I loved to cradle him like a baby and see his big brown eyes look up at me, full of love. I would sing to him, or talk to him, tell him I love him and that he’s wonderful, or kiss his sweet little face. I’ll never forget all the times we played hide-and-seek and how happy and proud he would always be when he found me.
He was so furry, but, he was an absolute blanket hog; if a blanket was around, he would always steal it from you. He loved to burrow in them or just rub all over them.
He loved to go for walks, especially in the snow; he loved to be outside. He rarely played with toys but when he did, it was usually with his little blue squeaky fish, or his little squeaky ice cream cone. Bear was such a playful, happy boy.
I always tried my hardest to do right by him and give him everything he needed. He was my first pet so I know I made mistakes along the way, but he never once cared. He just gave me his whole heart. He would jump and bark and wag not only his tail but his whole body when I would come home. He never once wavered in his love and neither did I. He completed me. He still does. Until we meet again, my sweet baby Bear, sleep tight. I miss you and I love you so much.
Rest in Peace Bear
