About a year ago, my parents went over to the local Humane Society so that my mom could get information on doing volunteer work there. While there, they met a dog who was scheduled to be put to sleep later that day. He had been found as a stray, adopted twice (by different people) and returned twice. Despite being a beautiful, friendly, energetic, intelligent dog, people didn't want him because he occasionally had seizures.
Hating to see such a wonderful animal euthanized for such a reason, and having experience with seizures since I had them all the time as a child, they adopted him right then.
He was a large dog, and a mutt. From what the Humane Society could tell, he was part Australian Shepard and part Labrador Retriever and approximately three or four years of age. He had thick, mahogany fur and bright gold eyes. He looked like a cross between a wolf and a bear, hence the name we picked. He had one of the most wonderful personalities I have seen in an animal. Regal and graceful one moment, floppy and silly the next. He didn't just enjoy life, he reveled in it.
Good-bye, Bear. We were only graced with your presence for a year, but you taught me a lot about love and life. I hope that someday I can be as happy and blissful in my sheer enjoyment of life as you were. I miss you terribly.
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