Dogs Do Go To Heaven!

I Have Read Where Dogs Don't Have Souls. I Do Not Share This Theory. I Think Most Dog Owners Would Agree That Dogs ARE Mans Best Friends.
Mr Bear Died In The Late Afternoon On Thursday November 1st. The Last Hours Of His Life Was Painful To Witness.
Because Of My Love For Mr Bear I Had Him Put To Sleep. It Was Not A Difficult Decision Because It Became Obvious He Would Not Survive The Vicious Attack He Encountered From Within His Own Home Boundaries.
Mr Bear Was The Type Of Dog Many Would Have Enjoyed In Owning. He Was A Chow Adopted By My Daughter From The Animal Shelter. He Was An Adult Dog When Adopted So We Are Unsure Of His Exact Age.
Mr Bear Came To Live Here Almost Ten Years Ago When Beckie Moved Into An Apartment And Dogs Were Not Allowed. This Is The Only Stable Home He Ever Knew.
Mr Bear Was Not Just An Ordinary Dog. Billie Jo Got So Frustrated With Him At Times Because Of His Not So Dog Like Behavior. For Example, He Would Watch Her Pick Tomatoes From The Garden. After She Would Go Inside Mr Bear Would Go Pick The Biggest Red Tomato On The Vine. He Would Then Take It To His Favorite Spot In The Yard And Eat Half Of It. I Don't Think He Really Liked Tomatoes But He Enjoyed Getting Them Because He Knew It Was The Right Thing To Do.
Another Fond Memory Of Mr Bear Was He Always Enjoyed Searching For Treasures In The Garage. I Would Unload My Truck And Stack It In The Corner Of The Garage. The Next Thing I Knew I would See Mr Bear Running off With A Stuffed Toy Of Some Sort. I Don't Think It Was The Color. It Must Have Had The Feel Of The Toy. He Would Take It To His Favorite Spot In The Yard And Cherish His Find.
He Loved To Chase Squirrels Out Of The Yard. One Day Billie Hollered At Him When He Had Just Caught A Squirrel In His Mouth. He Was So Gentle With It. He Never Bit Down Hard Enough To Harm The Squirrel But Just Hard Enough For The Squirrel To Know He Lost The Chase. Mr Bear Released The Squirrel When Billie Scolded Him.
Since We Never Knew Mr Bears Birthday I Always Celebrated It On Thanksgiving. He Always Knew That Day Was Special Because Of The Feast Of Thanksgiving Dinner.
Whenever You Gave Him Something To Eat He Would Always Be So Gentle In Taking It From Your Hand. It Was Like Maybe He Was Scolded In His Early Life After He Took Some Food In A Forceful Way.
After He Was Rescued From The Animal Shelter He Never Liked The Idea Of Being Confined. Mr Bear Loved His Home And Enjoyed His Freedom To Roam Our Fenced In Yard.
When We Had New Cement Poured For Our Patio, That Section Was Blocked Off So It Would Dry. Mr Bear Wouldn't Have It. He Jumped The Barricade And Found Himself Sinking In Concrete. We Had To Get The Finishers Back Here To Fix It Before It Dried Completely.
There Is Still A Paw Print Or Two Still Visible As A Reminder Of The Remarkable Dog We Had All Of These Years.
Before My Friend Richard Passed Away He Would Come Over Every Day And Bring Mr Bear A Cheeseburger That The Gas Station Had Just Thrown Away. Richard Would Lean Over The Fence And Mr Bear Would Gently Take It And Trot Off With It To His Special Spot.
I Cried Alot Of Tears The Day Mr Bear Died. I Felt Like I Let Mr Bear Down. He Should Have Felt Safe In His Own Yard. Only A Few Months Ago I Made The Comment That Mr Bear Would Most Likely Not Make It Through The Winter. He Was Losing His Hearing And His Sight Was Poor. Just A Couple Weeks Ago I Stood There And Watched A Squirrel Burying A Nut Not More Than 10 Feet From Mr Bear. I Knew Then His Sight Was Almost Gone. I Knew It Was Just A Matter Of Time.
I Have Had Numerous Dogs Over The Years, But None Quite Like Mr Bear. He Sure Was A Remarkable Dog. I Would Like To Think That Him And Richard Are Having A Real Good Time About Now. Maybe Snacking On A Cheeseburger With A Ripe Red Tomato On The Side.
Mr Bear Now Lies Permanently In His Special Spot And That Spot Will Always Give Me Fond Memories Of The Extraordinary Dog That He Was. God Rest YOUR Soul Mr Bear. I Will Always Remember The Joy You Brought Into My Life.