I have some sad news to share. Today we said goodbye to our little buddy Bear.
Bear, or “bear-bear” as we always called him, came to live with us the day after my husband deployed for the very first time to Iraq. He was my companion, my buddy, he shared our bed, and I cried countless tears into his fur. He was there for me.
He was at the same time the bravest little dog who thought he was a big dog, and the biggest wimp you ever saw.
He barked at moose, and ran at mastiffs, barking his head off while the mastiffs just stared at him like “What ARE you?”
He thought he needed to protect everyone from danger – whether real or only in his head. I’ll never forget the time he charged at a neighbor’s hissing, arched-backed, wooden Halloween cat, barking his head off like a pro…while a real cat moseyed on by completely ignored.
He hiked miles and miles with us, and had more energy than anything that size should be allowed to have. He braved –60 degrees and gobs of snow in Alaska, and traveled thousands of miles with us.
He wasn’t afraid of anything.
Except haircuts. Clippers and scissors terrified him and he would cry like you were killing him. So for 11 years I gave this pitiful little puppy haircuts with…I kid you not…cuticle scissors.
Living the army life and moving as much as we do, family members like Bear are one of the few “constants” in our lives.
I’m going to miss you sweetheart!