He was the runt of the litter and I got him when he was 8 weeks old. He was my Teddy Bear then and became my Polar Bear. He was our gentle giant with little kisses. He counted on his mom, that’s me, and loved to go to the barn with me or go bye bye. He also loved his walks with his grandpa. He would make sure he stayed with him on the way out but would trot home and turn around every so often to make sure grandpa was still coming. His dad and his aunt Jill got little whines from him when he was excited to see them. His dad called him the harp seal boy when he laid his head down between his two front paws and closed his eyes. He loved kids and would share his bed with any of them. He took care of our home and our other dogs by barking at night and then coming in for his night time rest. He didn’t have a mean bone in his body and loved our yearly family party where he would get treat after treat and wag his big white tail while doing so. He is dearly missed and always will be, I have never known a more caring and kind dog. We all love and miss you Bear Bear!