Cinnabear ...the sweetest little chow chow on earth...now heaven
Time has a way of escaping you, until the fret filled day you loose the one that so touched your heart. Now time is he enemy, wishing you could go in reverse and hold the one that made your heart complete just one more time.
My little "Bear Bears," Cinnabear, was with me for a very short 15 years. She was MY LITTLE GIRL.
Cinnabear was quiet, reserved, and absolutely loyal to the very end. She was my shadow following me every where I would go. Even when her legs were giving out from a neurological disease, she would not retreat from being my shadow, braving every step until she was upstairs, by my side. My heart will always be broken without her.
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