Today, the best dog and friend I've ever had passed away. Bear was only five. He was diagnosed with lymphoma just a couple weeks ago. The vet also said he was in liver failure. He sent him home with Prednisone, which would make him more comfortable by reducing the swelling in his lymph nodes, but would increase the deterioration of his liver.
I met Bear when he was about a year and a half old. He was a 160lb gentle giant. My mom was kind of apprehensive when I moved my two-year-old in with a Rottweiler, especially since I was attacked by one when I was a kid. But once she met Bear, she knew that he was the most gentle and loving dog to ever exist. Everyone who met him fell in love with him.
He used to get so excited when we would come home that he would run into walls. So funny. He always gave "sparrow kick" hugs and lots of kisses.
He had a perfectly heart-shaped butt.
Bear and I used to walk every day. We had our own route.
Then, about at the same time, Bear and I started developing chronic pain. His hip and knee started giving him a hard time, no doubt because he was such a big boy. My hands and feet developed chronic nerve pain. We couldn't go on our walks anymore. I felt like we had an understanding of each other than no one else had for us.
When we got Dexter, Dexter was such a little bully. He was always being such a pain in Bear's ass. Bear was so tolerant, as he was with everybody and everything. Bear was 15 times Dexter's size, and could've kicked Dexter's ass without effort. But he never did. He always loved Dexter, and they would always snuggle up and lay together. Such sweet boys. Bear was loving and kind of everyone.
Bear stayed by me during my entire downtime after my thyroid surgery. He knew when someone was sick, hurting, or sad, and was always there to be supportive and loving.
I never would've expected that his life would be cut so short.
Life is so fucking unfair. I don't know why so many good souls have to leave us so early. Bear should've had another half of his life to go. I'll never understand why he was taken from us so young. Matt said that he believes that Bear is needed somewhere else now, and that's why he left so soon. That's a good thought and I hope that's true. He was one of a kind.
Fuck cancer. So hard.
Mommy loves you Bearsy. I miss you. I know that you're in a place with lots of lakes, frosty paws dog ice cream, and reflections for you to chase.