We found you at the Humane Society 11 1/2 years ago; you put your paw up on the fence when we stopped to look at you. You had the most soulful brown eyes and we had to have you. (We actually waited for the people looking at you to turn away for just a moment, so we could grab your card and claim you as ours.) We took all 60 pounds of you home in the front of the mutant (El Camino)and I was afraid you might bite me. But of course you didn't. We brought you home to our little girl dog "Micki Moo" and she yipped at you for days. You both became wonderful friends and played "tug a dog" together and chased each other around. You would lick her ears for her. She went to Heaven and left you behind in November, 1998, 10 years later. I didn't know how much you missed her until I picked up her collar, you heard her tags and came rushing into the room; I cried with you, I think. You were the most gentle dog I have ever met and I cherish all of the wonderful memories that we all made together. You would eat anything that didn't move and a few things that did. You could hear any food wrapper that crinkled, for miles. We watched you get old this last 10 months; your face turned grey, you moved slower, you had a hard time getting up, but you continued to be the loving, gentle, sweet dog we had always known. I guess I shouldn't have been so surprised to find you Friday, laying in your favorite place, in front of the door, in the way, but this time you didn't wake up to move. I was surprised though, I guess I thought you would live forever; I hoped you would. But now I picture you at the Rainbow Bridge, with Micki Moo, playing "tug a dog" and nuzzling her ears, her chewing your cheeks, tails wagging furiously, waiting for us to join you some day. We love you Big Bear Dog, we miss you terribly. Love, Dad, Mom & Casey.