I buried The Little Bear yesterday morning. I was down on my knees wailing and sobbing and gently covered him with my bare hands.
I am a mess.
Would love to write some glowing tribute to him and the deep bond we shared for so very many years but I realize I already have. You will find much of his story here in my archive under “dog blogs”.
Saw him six times yesterday in my peripheral vision… When I kicked off my garden clogs last night I checked to see where he was first… Woke this morning calling his name.
This will take some time.