We said goodbye to our Bear-Bear this week. The hit to our heart was enormous. She was nearly twelve-- in Great Pyr years, that's really almost an eternity...for us, it was still too soon. Our very first Pyr puppy after having rescued three--we lived in her world. Sassy, brilliant, paw-giver, hug-giver, big kisses-giver plus best big Sissy ever to her brother. I am a Pyrenees mom through and through-- these brilliant dogs stole our hearts over twenty years ago and we've never looked back.
I can barely type right now as my eyes are tearing up. Nothing prepares you for final moments. But every time we bring a new fur baby into our home, we know what we're signing up for. But it's always too soon. We said our farewell through a pet hospice center...one of the most beautiful send-offs we could have asked for.
Her name was was derived from a combo of several favorites in my life: Francie from "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn", Frank Sinatra, Frankenstein and finally Pope Francis. She lived up to Frankenstein the most: our little monster. She was funny, bold, protective, loving and always right by my side--every night taking prime spot beside me for constant pets, hugs and basically overall support--especially given what we've been through. Godspeed baby girl.
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