So we said goodbye...
And made a hard choice to end a good dog's suffering.
Bear was only 5, but cancer is an evil thing.
We rescued him late last summer, saved him from being taken to the shelter, and gladly gave him a home. My wife's sister fell in love with him, so we let her "adopt" him...sadly, they only had 6 months before he started getting sick, and it was cancer that he was found to have. She made the tough decision yesterday...and it really hard for me to take care of the rest. He was Lab/Mastiff mix, and gentle as could be. I remember the first time he barked...scared the hell out of me...deep and loud. He was big dog with a big heart...and he leaves an even bigger void behind, but we know he's pain free and runnin' with some new friends somewhere now...and sometime we'll get across that Bridge.