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It was January 15, 1998, when my little Brown Bear died in my arms. She was a beautiful sable colored Pomeranian and I was lucky enough to have her for ten years, years filled with laughter and
tears.
She had begun to show signs that there was something wrong. She wouldn't come when I called her and didn't wag her tail furiously like she usually did. I took her to the Pet Emergency Clinic
but was told it might already be too late. The next day I took her to our regular vet where they worked hard to make her better. When I went to visit the next day, the vet told me she had been having
seizures all night and not to expect much. As I approached the cage, I could see her shaking but when I called her name she got up with the little strength she had left and looked at me and wagged her
tail.
The vet said if she wasn't better by tomorrow I would have to make a decision on putting her to sleep. The next day, she had total renal failure and had seizures all day. I made the hardest
decision I have ever had to make.
The vet wanted to do it there but I insisted on taking her to my car because she had always loved riding in the car with the window open. There, the vet administered the lethal dose that ended my
Brown Bear's suffering. She died as she lay in my arms. I then took her home and buried her in my backyard so that whenever I was lonely I would know my Brown Bear would always be with me. I love
her and I miss her dearly. I'm crying even now as I type this and hope some day we'll see each other again.
M
"M" You will see her again. I am sorry that this happened but you made it much easier for her by letting her go the way you did. There was no fear involved. She had you.
Your little Brown Bear will be back in a most unusual way. Keep your heart open. Da Juana
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