Today officially marks two months with out my Bear. Each day sucks worse than the last. He should still be here. Still being my baby boy even if he was ten. I love my Stuart, my new pup, but the trauma of losing my Bear will stick with me. Will make it hard not to be guarded about loss. Bear was.. just.. something special. A pet I needed with out knowing it until he was gone. I love you, Bear. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.