My Baby Bear, who came into my life on December 21, 1994, left this plane this afternoon. She was just a few weeks old when she was found in a ditch near my workplace, and she came with puppy breath and lots of fur. When someone brought her inside to our Christmas party, I was instantly in love, and she came home with me that afternoon.
She has been failing for the past year or two, but still happy and doing okay. Finally, I could no longer deny that it was time. She slipped away at 3:30 this afternoon, in my arms, after bringing me nearly 16 years of joy.