In Memory

It's been over 2 months since my last post.  Lots has happened since then...many really great things, but one really awful.  The really awful thing is part of the reason it's been so long.

August and I went to Florida for the first 2 weeks in October (we had an amazing time and I'll write a separate post for the trip), but a few days after we got back August was attacked by our dog, Grizzly Bear.  I can't even put into words what a terrifying, heart-wrenching experience that was.  I'll spare you the details, but on that day our baby was wounded and we lost our family pet.

I could write a whole blog about dealing with the shame and guilt and pain parent's deal with when their kids get hurt, but I wanted this post to be about Grizzly Bear...to honor his memory and say an official goodbye.

(And FYI, August is totally fine.  He has a scar on his cheek that will probably be there for a while, but nothing major.  I'm sure you'll notice it in future pictures.)
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Grizzly Bear a.k.a. Grizz Bizz, a.k.a. Bizz Beez, was adopted by us about 3 years ago at the age of 2.  He was found wondering around Ocala, Florida covered in bugs and mats.  He was my first dog ever, and I quickly learned that I am a CAT person.   Lucky for me, pekingese are probably the closest dog breed to a cat, so it worked.

Being cat like, Grizzly was very independent and liked to just do his own thing.  He loved to be outside.  When we lived in Florida, we didn't have a yard, so we would often take him to the local dog park.  He loved running around and chasing other dogs, but the poor guy could never keep up.  His chest would collect so much slobber and dirt that he would gross out all the other dog owners.  Once we moved to Albuquerque, he was content just chilling in the yard all day. 

He also loved going for walks, but would usually end up being carried back or riding in the bottom of the stroller.  Grizzly Bear wasn't the most affectionate dog, but he had his moments.  People sitting on the floor would often find him trying to make a seat out of their lap.  He was an expert guard dog, and loved to protect people.  He also loved protecting his toys and food, which led to his downfall and that dreaded day.

Grizzly Bear, you were my first dog EVER.  I'm not gonna lie, having you around stressed me out sometimes, but you also brought me lots of smiles.  I will miss you my dog...especially every time food falls on the floor or the cats throw up.  Love you.