Living on W 21 Street in NYC , 911 had occurred only 6 months prior and my mother Dolores passed away that December 9. Bear Baker King , 8 year old Chocolate Lad who went everywhere with me (at David Barton Gym in Chelsea he would sit and wait while I trained)developed a severe Brain Tumor. It was decided that the best thing for him was to put him down. As we hooked him up I pet him lovingly with my eyes closed thanking him for coming into my life and teaching me many things. As clear as a bell I heard my mothers voice exclaim " Come on Baker , I'm here" Immediately the doctor said he's gone. I was stunned. I never considered if he was going anywhere.