Bear was the dog I always wanted. I dreamed of him when I was just a kid and knew I had found him when I saw him on the pet rescue website. Bear was pure love lined with a coat of fur. Gentle and sweet mixed with spirited and mischievous. All personality. I called him Sir Prancey Pants because he didn’t walk; he pranced. 100% stud muffin with a side of attitude. He was my constant shadow and his memory remains in my house…in my closet, where he sought privacy….by my bed, where he slept at night….at the top of my stairs, where he stood guard mid-day…in my office window, where his dripping tongue left stains while he awaited my return….in my bathroom, where he would curl up until I finished my shower. He was like all dogs, completely unique and absolutely irreplaceable. I am blessed to have known him and to carry him in my heart for the rest of my life.