MY ULI BEAR FUREVER

LOVE SOMETIMES SHOWS UP ON FOUR LEGS.

Today is national puppy day and today I had to say goodbye to my first ever puppy. She was the first dog I had who came to Jim and I as a 2 month old little ball of fluff and joy. Easton was so slow to warm up to her but her tenacity won him over. She was our “perma-puppy” because she forever looked in the face like the little girl I first held almost 14 years ago. 

She loved chicken and steak and pizza crust. She loved to go for rides. She had a tail that had just a bit of hair on it after dealing with some health issues but you could always see how fast it wagged. Her smile was so big...and she could still catch treats like a pro. She was a dedicated advocate of lawns and would bark through the window at anyone who dared to tread on their own lawns....she would say “Get off your lawn, don’t you know you’re stepping on your lawn?!” She originated the “Uulbear Stare” which is the look she would make when she was tired of all the nonsense. She was my first girl doggie and I thought she was one of the most beautiful creatures on the earth. 

Thank you all for your love and support today. To me ULI is one of the most beautiful dogs who has ever lived. Today we snuggled in bed. She ate chicken McNuggets which are her favorite and I told her how good a girl she has been her whole life. She is the first pet I have mustered up the strength to be there 100% through her crossing of the rainbow bridge. She followed me everywhere and I would not let her go alone today.

I am thankful that science has allowed their passing to be so humane and peaceful. I will love her forever and I am so grateful her daddy let her be our little girl so many years ago.

My sweet dutchess. My Uli Buli. My kin of Cagool. The sweetest Cagool. My perma-puppy. My pupsi. Uli Bear Rogers you are loved so very much.

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