Today my family lost our friend Bear. He was a six pound Pomeranian mix on the outside but I fully believe that on the inside he thought that he was a 150 pound Great Pyrenees.
Bear was our source of comedic relief throughout the past 13 years. He was sassy, spirited, and had the oddest habits. He couldn’t go through a door unless it was all the way open for him and even if it was wide enough that he could fit through, he would bark until you opened it wider. I guess this was because his personalty was so large he needed the extra space. He also had a ritual where he would bark at his kibble and “kill” it before he could eat, everyday for 13 years.
Bear was also notorious for faking injuries or making situations seem much worse. A few of my friends were tossing a football in the yard one day and one of them bumped into Bear and for years afterward he’d begin limping again with his old “football injury” even though the vet had said everything looked okay. I often think Bear did this so he could have extra cuddles and attention from his favourite person in the world, my mom. Bear had a special spot reserved just for him right next to her for his entire life and if anyone stood in his way he’d chase them.
Bear hated cats as well as any rodents and wasn’t afraid to tell them that he was the boss of every household. The thing that Bear seemed to forget is that a couple of years ago he had all of his teeth removed so the most damage he could inflict on someone would be to gum them to death.
Not only was Bear a little spitfire, he was also very sweet. The first time I came home after not seeing him for a few months, Bear whined and cried for me as I was leaving again. He didn’t want me to go. He loved everyone, especially the neighbourhood kids. Bear also loved getting haircuts and would prance around for days afterward so proud of his new look.
It feels like we watched Bear go from a puppy to an old man over night. The hardest part about having pets is saying goodbye to them at the end of their lives. I keep thinking about the fact that I’ll never see his sweet face and little wiggle bum again and it takes the air out of my lungs. He was such a crucial part of my childhood and my adulthood. I will miss him every time I walk into my parent’s home.