I want to tell you about “Bear”
Bear was born in October 2006. He was a a beautiful puppy. Pure white and big. By the time he was 4 weeks old, I knew he was a special dog. He was already playing with my other dogs, and was very obedient. By the time he was a year old, he was a big beautiful teddy bear!
He would watch over everyone and my other dogs as well. He was the most loving and caring dog I have ever seen. He grew to be a giant 160lb. family member. On the night of Aug. 21, 2010, I noticed that he seemed tired. I knew he had just come in from playing, so it was not unusual for him to lay down and rest. I got up in the middle of the night to check on him and seemed to be resting by the sofa. He normally would sleep on our sofa. That was “his bed”. I got up at 5 am to feed him, and he has passed away. The vet did an autopsy, and concluded that he had a stroke. This has left a void in me that I have not come to terms with. Even today, and everyday I am at his graveside talking to him. Although I have my other loving dogs, he will always be in my heart till the day I pass on, and I am certain when I am at the Lord\’s gate, Bear will be there to greet me. Thank you for taking time to read my story.

— Frank from Hedgeville, WV