Bear,
He was such a great dog. My mom was never fond of dogs, but even she like Bear. He was a stray when we found him, and he stayed at my neighbors. Every day I would go over and feed, and water him. I remember picking the thorns and cockaburrs out of his pelt. He was so messy, and funny. He used to try to climb trees, until he relized that, he couldn't climb.
Well the night Bear died, it was snowing, almost blizzard like. Bear had loved to chase cars, and on night he saw a Snowblower start off. He chased after it, when the driver had to back up.... The blades in the back killed him instantly. I have always hoped he was in no pain...
I didn't know bear long but that was long enough for me. In fact since he was a stray, to tell you the truth i don't know when he was born...
Bear will always live in my heart due to my saying...
Never Forget,
And They'll
Never Leave