I don’t have words to fully convey how much you mean to me. Even now, I feel you pushing me forward and helping me grow. You saved me from my misery and helped me find my way. I wish you were here, I wish you could stay with me forever, but I will carry your memory as I would have carried you. I will learn from your heart, from your spirit, from your drive to play, and passive aggressive about bed time. I will eat chicken for you and have a steak on every one of your birthdays. It’s only fitting to do this for a wolf of Odin. Though you cross that rainbow bridge with a piece of me, know that I will carry a peice of you for all times. My Bearcub, my Baron Von Wolfenstein, my Bearificus Totalis, my Bearacudda, my Bearius Maximus, my Beercube, my Beercubé, my Beartub, my baby. From your first breath, to your last, I loved you every day and never deserved the love you gave but I will continue to try and earn it.
Category: Memorials
