FUZZY BEAR

ABOUT ME


July, 2005. Early Evening. I was cold, hungry and dirty. Seems I had been running around for a week or 2. Nobody looked for me. Nobody wanted me. I was Alone. I had found a nice bed, of sorts, under some leaves. Wasn’t much, but I was not one to complain. What was that noise? I heard some big people coming. I crunched down further under the leaves. What? The Big People are looking for me. Who Are they? WOW, a beautiful young woman picked me up and cuddled me. Then she put me in a box and handed the box to her dad. Would I be safe? Would I find a home again? Would someone love me? The Big People brought me to their house Another Big Person looked right through the filth and saw my eyes…. So hungry for love. She picked me up and bathed me in nice sudsy warm water. She kept cooing over me. She wrapped me in a Big Bathrobe, then held me for a long time till she had to leave. Would this be my home? Would I be Loved again? I was nine years old.

They say that I have a tattoo on my underside, the kind that breeders put on their animals. They say I was a kind of “puppy-mill” and then abandoned when I was no longer able to make puppies. I had bad teeth, horrible breath, and my Lady found a mammary tumor. My ears were filled with mites. In other words, I was NO princess! But my Lady loved me. And I Loved her. I would go every where with her. She had other 4 footeds, which put up with me, at first, and then straight on accepted me. I was home! I was Loved.

In the beginning my Lady was sad a lot. She told me she had lost a very special friend she called her Bearman. She wanted to name me in honour of him. She said “I will call you Fuzzy Bear because you are so fuzzy and you make me happy!”