The next two years were very eventful for us. I'm writing this in retrospect so I'll greatly condense our activities.
I met a lady named Peggy who lived in another city. Peggy became my fiance.She was nearing retirement age and eventually Mr Bear and I moved there to await her retirement and to search for our permanent retirement home.
We found a house that suited us just fine, located in a quiet small town. It is an old house built in the 1870's and it was just what we wanted. After our marriage, we bought the house and began restorations. Peggy was still a few months from retirement so Mr Bear and I worked alone during the week and Peggy joined us on weekends. Mr Bear seemed to like our new home. While I worked, he followed me from room to room and from project to project, always scratching up a place to lie down close to my work area.
I must confess that I was a little irritated that Mr Bear seemed to forget his manners in our new home, sometimes urinating on the floor. I thought this was because of the change to new surroundings so I scolded him several times for not asking to go outside for those personal moments. I was very busy with my work and perhaps I wasn't watching Mr Bear as closely as I could have, but I remember now that his eating habits changed also. He was still active and playful but he wouldn't eat or drink much. Again, I thought it was because of the move to our new surroundings.
One Wednesday morning I was hanging insulation in an upstairs room. I didn't want Mr Bear climbing the steps over and over as I made my many trips up and down so I left him sleeping downstairs. I went downstairs for some supplies and to check on Mr Bear and something about him didn't seem normal. He had become lethargic. I knew something was wrong. I immediately took him to a local Animal Clinic. The Vet prescribed medications. In the next few days Mr Bear became worse. He wouldn't eat or drink and he wouldn't swallow his pills so I went back to the Vet and got the medicine in liquid form. Peggy and I tried giving it to him with a syringe. The medicine didn't help. Mr Bear grew steadily weaker.
His diagnosis showed kidney failure which involved
As I held Mr Bear on the examining table, I told the Vet about Ms Bear's death so long ago and how, this time, I was
Peggy and I tried to prepare ourselves for the inevitable.
The rescue kennel is located about 175 miles from us
We were anxious to get our new Scottie friend but there were some delays; she had to be examined and get her shots from their local Vet. She was scheduled to finish her preparations on a Saturday morning and we would complete the adoption at noon. That Saturday morning Peggy and I headed for Illinois to get our dog.
Meantime, while we were on the way to adopt her, the Vet discovered that Chloe had a prolapsed uterus and she couldn't be released until after surgery the next week. We arrived at the rescue kennel and got that sad news. We did get to visit Chloe and that first meeting was so sad.
Meanwhile, work on our new home continued without
Ms Bear and Mr Bear will always live in memory; they
On March 15th, 34 days after Mr Bear died, we drove to Illinois (again) and picked up our new Scottie. She became Ms ChloeBear, the third in our MBear tradition. Her entire name is Ms ChloeBear El Doggo Dickens.
Our first months together were a real experience. An adult dog 1 & 1/2 years old who was confined all her life, had to go through puppyhood. It hasn't been easy on any of us but it's certainly worth the effort watching her develop from complete ignorance of the world outside her prison cage to life in the free world. But that is another story, which is now being written.
Chloe at Rescue Kennel
Chloe after 14 months in her new home.
Mr Bear helping me remodel.
Peggy and Doug
Our 1870's Home
Peggy with the old man, Mr Bear
Mr Bear liked Peggy's pampering.
Mr Bear helping assemble cabinet.
Meet Ms Chloe Bear
Mr Bear guarding Peggy.
Many life changes, Mr Bear dies, Chloe Bear is adopted.
Click the link above to visit Chloe's Web site.
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