RIP 2001-2007 and 199? -2007
(not the blog though. it's my therapy)
Orange Bear.
His story. My new car was having problems. I took it into the dealership with my then 1 year old. While waiting for what seemed like hours (and was) my son found Orange Bear in the kid's toy bin. He loved this Bear. I planned to distract him when we left so I wouldn't have a scene with me wrenching this bear from my son's tiny fingers. Maybe my husband could win a carnival toy just like the bear. It had to be a carnival toy b/c who the heck makes a bright orange bear? Well onto hour 2 at the dealership I decided that "yes we would steal this Orange Bear" That'll show them. Right?
Orange Bear became my son's favorite toy. Orange Bear went everywhere. He went to the grocery store, the ice cream store, the beach, camping, outside on the swings, in the stream, the washing machine and dryer. My husband would make Orange Bear talk and wrestle with our son and daughter. We never named him, b/c he was Orange Bear. It's the only name that suited him.
When we got a polaroid camera from Santa at Christmas time the first thing my son did was place Orange Bear on the couch and take his picture. Orange Bear had his picture taken in every room of the house.
Orange Bear was loved.
One day I found Orange Bear under my son's bed. I brought him out before bedtime and my son told me he doesn't sleep with him anymore. I was devasted. (My husband always puts the kids to bed so I was clueless)
Orange Bear would disappear for months at a time. Then he would appear all around the house. In the basement playroom, the den, under my daughter's bed, in our bedroom, the bathroom. He would just show up.
My youngest son doesn't really have a favorite stuffed animal. Whatever is nearest is "his" and "his" for the day. Recently he was walking around with Orange Bear. I thought that was nice. Orange Bear was being played with again.
This morning I came into the room and found this happening.
(notice the black nose is already gone)
Orange Bear has lost his eyes and nose. I can't let our newest "baby" play with Orange Bear forever. There are too many days when I found things hanging out her ass and dragging on the floor. There are too many surprises when I walk her. Somedays a little sock will come out with a bowel movement. Other days it's underwear. Last week it was flouresant green poop. Which is what happens when your dog eats a ball of blue playdough. (don't try this at home with any dog.....Chesapeake Bay Retrievers have a steel stomach)
Orange Bear has been to much a part of our family to end up as a bowel movement in our yard. If I must I will bury him.
On a truly sad and happy note:
Our faithful friend finally passed away. We didn't know how old you were. Some horrible person dropped you and your sister off on a busy road. You two were rescued by the Humane Society. We went there to find a dog. We wanted just one, but you two came together. We fell in love with both of you. She died Christmas Eve. You this past week.
He died outside in the yard. I got to say "goodbye" to him. He was a good dog. I have shed tears and will always remember him. Sleep well dear friend. Sleep well.
(May 2007 - 16 years old?)
Orange Bear.
His story. My new car was having problems. I took it into the dealership with my then 1 year old. While waiting for what seemed like hours (and was) my son found Orange Bear in the kid's toy bin. He loved this Bear. I planned to distract him when we left so I wouldn't have a scene with me wrenching this bear from my son's tiny fingers. Maybe my husband could win a carnival toy just like the bear. It had to be a carnival toy b/c who the heck makes a bright orange bear? Well onto hour 2 at the dealership I decided that "yes we would steal this Orange Bear" That'll show them. Right?
Orange Bear became my son's favorite toy. Orange Bear went everywhere. He went to the grocery store, the ice cream store, the beach, camping, outside on the swings, in the stream, the washing machine and dryer. My husband would make Orange Bear talk and wrestle with our son and daughter. We never named him, b/c he was Orange Bear. It's the only name that suited him.
When we got a polaroid camera from Santa at Christmas time the first thing my son did was place Orange Bear on the couch and take his picture. Orange Bear had his picture taken in every room of the house.
Orange Bear was loved.
One day I found Orange Bear under my son's bed. I brought him out before bedtime and my son told me he doesn't sleep with him anymore. I was devasted. (My husband always puts the kids to bed so I was clueless)
Orange Bear would disappear for months at a time. Then he would appear all around the house. In the basement playroom, the den, under my daughter's bed, in our bedroom, the bathroom. He would just show up.
My youngest son doesn't really have a favorite stuffed animal. Whatever is nearest is "his" and "his" for the day. Recently he was walking around with Orange Bear. I thought that was nice. Orange Bear was being played with again.
This morning I came into the room and found this happening.
(notice the black nose is already gone)
Orange Bear has lost his eyes and nose. I can't let our newest "baby" play with Orange Bear forever. There are too many days when I found things hanging out her ass and dragging on the floor. There are too many surprises when I walk her. Somedays a little sock will come out with a bowel movement. Other days it's underwear. Last week it was flouresant green poop. Which is what happens when your dog eats a ball of blue playdough. (don't try this at home with any dog.....Chesapeake Bay Retrievers have a steel stomach)
Orange Bear has been to much a part of our family to end up as a bowel movement in our yard. If I must I will bury him.
On a truly sad and happy note:
Our faithful friend finally passed away. We didn't know how old you were. Some horrible person dropped you and your sister off on a busy road. You two were rescued by the Humane Society. We went there to find a dog. We wanted just one, but you two came together. We fell in love with both of you. She died Christmas Eve. You this past week.
He died outside in the yard. I got to say "goodbye" to him. He was a good dog. I have shed tears and will always remember him. Sleep well dear friend. Sleep well.
(May 2007 - 16 years old?)
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