Remembering A Prince Named Bear

Our youngest dachshund Bear — *Our little prince Bear when he was a pup*

It was two years ago today that 16-year-old baby Bear, the youngest of our dachshund dynasty passed away. This isn’t a sad post – I’m celebrating that he and his brood even ‘happened’ to us.

As he was born last of the three puppies (in Michael’s hands), we always thought of him as our little prince. But in his last seven months, being the lone dog of the family, he flourished and grew confident as the new alpha of the house.

Even on his last day, when the vets came into the house to assist with his crossing the rainbow bridge, he stood up and barked ferociously defending us from what he perceived as a threat.

Our prince had become a knight.

I couldn’t let the day go by without acknowledging how much we miss him, his dad and mom – Bruno and Sabrina, and siblings Tyler and Bandit.

Since their passing, we were blessed with the amazing wonder beagle, Snoopy. And now, mom and pup chihuahuas Scarlett and Brody.

But today, I celebrate Bear for the boundless joy that he and the ‘doxie dynasty’ gave us over decades.

Here’s one of my favorite videos of the Bear. #DogsRule