This post will be on the sadder side of things, last post was as well. As my last post stated, we found out that Bear ‘our dog’ had kidney failure. Because of that, it left us having to decide when we would have to take him to be put to sleep. It’s not something you want to do, and you don’t want to be selfish and keep him alive, but suffering. Although Pupa Bear didn’t really show signs of being in pain, we knew he was sick. You could see it. I seen it, so did William. Bear was a good dog, he was a very well behaved dog which we kept happy with pet essentials and tips from https://dope.dog/. Gosh how many people get that? Well maybe a lot, but we were lucky. Although I wasn’t around a very long time, in the short amount of time I was with Bear, we did get very attached to each other. He was silly, loving, affectionate, loyal, well mannered, yeah he was. He’d follow me to the bathroom and wait at the door until I would come out, how cute is that. Gosh I miss him The day finally came when we had to take him in. I wanted to take the dog and run away, I guess everyone has those feelings, but I had to do the right thing. So we all jumped into the truck, and off we were. I asked William, “Can we stop somewhere and just take him for a short walk?”, He said “Sure”, and so we did. The day before, we took him to a Eagle Scout Natural Trail, the place William took him often, it was a favourite place for them to go. I went there like once or twice. So we went and took a nice long walk, I took loads of pictures, of the place, of Bear, of William and Bear. Omgosh I’ll want to cry when I post the pictures. Some photos of Bear and his favourite place to run free.
So after the brief little walk William and Bear took, we headed to the Vets office. They took us in right away. I took a blanket that I had often put on Bear when I seen him shivering. We put it down on the ground, so he can sit on it or lay. Finally the Dr comes in, and does her thing, and she finally tells us he’s gone. We were there the whole time. She left the room, and I just lost it, I cried uncontrollably, more than I had done the day we found out he had kidney failure. Gosh I controlled myself because I felt everyone would hear me crying. William was a trooper lol, for lack of better terms. He held it together, and comforted me. When we left, we felt so alone, even though we were both in the truck. At home everything felt weird. It usually does don’t it? I cry from time to time. I want to cry now, but if I do I won’t finish this post. I’m so sorry William for your loss. I know I lost him too, but I want you to know, how very sorry I am. And I am always here for you.