Bear Was My Reason For Getting Out of Bed
My name is Dawn. I have a 7-year-old male Rottweiler; whose name is Bear. Bear was originally my ex-husbands dog. My ex-husband found him on a job site as a puppy
about 10 weeks old. At the time my Ex was living with his parents, and he begged his parents to let him keep Bear. The rest is history; obviously they let him have him. I came into Bears life when he was about 1 year old. We have been together ever since. When my ex-husband left me, he also left Bear behind. We were both devastated. At this time Bear was about 4-years old, so he was well house broken and such. However he did start to have accidents in the house. I'm not the type of mommy who then rubs his nose in it or yells at him long after the fact. In fact I didn't see Bear having these accidents, because I was sleeping. I had fallen out of touch with the world for a while, stopped my routine in essence. Which affected Bear. This might sound odd, but Bear was my reason to get out of bed. Aside from the fact that he needed me to feed him and such, I also didn't want to clean up any more accidents. It became that on days when I wasn't in the greatest of spirits, Bear would come to the side of the bed and put his face next to mine. If that didn't work, he would lick me. If that didn't work he would bump the bed. lol Oh Bear weights 110 lbs. That's a lot of bump. lol I feel that aside from him having to go to the bathroom, he sensed that I needed him to get my butt going. Which I love him for. A year later I was diagnosed with Cancer. Bear never left my side. He was my shadow. He would cuddle with me when he knew he could cuddle and he would keep his distance without me even saying anything. And he would change the way he played with me verses the way he would play with lets say my mom or dad who basically moved in with us for a short while. I feel that dogs are sometimes smarter than we give them credit for. I know that Rotties sometimes get a bad rap. But I wouldn't trade mine for the world. He is awesome. Excellent temperament. Protective when needs be, and goofy and loving all at the same time.
Thank you for letting me share this with you. Attached are a few pictures of Bear. I hope you enjoy them.
Dawn RyanJust Poop
I'd like to share a couple of stories about my beloved dog. Her name was (forgive me if this might offend) Poop. Just Poop. If you knew her, you would agree that it suited her. My beautiful girl just passed away last weekend from Addison's Disease, just 2 days shy of her 2nd birthday, and my heart is absolutely broken for her. I miss her terribly, she was my buddy, she went everywhere with me, and everyone that had the privilege of meeting and knowing her, loved her.
Poop was a very sensitive dog to the needs of others. I totally believe that dogs are able to sense when someone is in need, or sad and need some love. Cats are able to do this too, as I've had beloved kitties that were very sensitive to when I was sad or just in need of some loving. There were times that I would be crying, and I'd be up in my bedroom, and Poop wouldn't even be anywhere near me, but she'd find her way to me, climb in bed with me, and practically lie right on top of me! She would smother me with her kisses, wiping away my tears. And no matter how much I'd ask her to go away or leave me be, she wouldn't leave me alone until I had stopped crying. She could smile too... she'd pull her lips all the way back and bare her teeth into the biggest grin you could imagine, and that's all she had to do to make me laugh!
Not too long before she died, we were over at a friend's house who had very small children. As a responsible dog owner, I always kept a hold of her and paid close attention to what was going on when the toddlers were around her, because, well, you never know, and sometimes she'd get a little grumpy when she was over-exerted. Well, the littlest guy walked right up to her, put his arms around her, and was giving her hugs and kisses all over her face, and then when he tried to put a foot up, as if he was going to climb on her back and ride her, she looked over at me, smiled, and sat down so he could climb on! It was the sweetest thing I've ever seen. She knew he meant no harm and he wanted to ride her, and she was ready to accommodate!
I miss my girl with all my heart, but I know that she is in heaven now. God must have needed another angel, so it's only because I know that I'm able to let her go. She was sent to me by a higher power, to teach me lessons I never thought I needed... and I am a better person now for having the privilege of taking care of her for the 2 years she was in my life.
I just thought I'd share my story with you, as she was very sensitive, and was always right there when I needed her love and comfort, and to see her smiley face.
Sharren K. Grant
Edmonton, AB, Canada