Hunter Bear
Some sad new to start out Monday; my dog, well actually Mirel's dog, then my Mom's dog, died this week. She was inflicted with Cancer in her leg and though that leg was amputated and she was moving around for a good while and playing, the cancer eventually spread into her spine and she had to be put down.
Hunter was easily the best thing that happened to my Mother in a long time. Though Mirel and I both loved the dog we were far too young and selfish to give a dog that wonderful the kind of love it needed. My Mother on the other hand needed just that kind of a dog in her life. She needed something to love and take care of and that would love her back. Hunter gave her that outlet. And seeing the dog pass was much harder on her than it was on anyone else.
I loved Hunter in my own way as well. The faces and quirks of this tamest of Rottweiler's made me smile more than any animal I had ever owned or been in contact with. Rotties, are nice dogs, but Hunter was affectionate and in an odd human way, delicate, sensitive, and very shy. We taught her tricks and she gave my family, in it's final months of being a family, it's only real mutual joy together. The only conversations we ever had that were of genuine sincerity and good will were about Hunter. We would talk about how she had her own language and about how she would take care of our older Rottweiler, Titan. We would hold her pudgy little face and try to make her tilt her head so that we could smile and hug her.
She was a good dog. And to be honest, I'm actually getting a little choked up writing this. I never get choked up at death. But, to see an animal who was a best friend to so many people when they needed it, makes her worthy of my sadness and makes me willing to mourn her.
Hunter bear - will be missed.
