RIP My sweet Bear

Yesterday one of the best things in my life was taken from me by a stupid irresponsible driver. I was walking my dog and he was ran over by a neighbor. This neighbor then proceeded to get out of his car and yell at me as I was bawling like a baby over my dead dog. I am crushed. We buried him in our backyard and I felt like I was burying my son all over again. This dog was like my son. I know everybody grows attached to their pets but this is different. Darren bought me this dog 2 weeks after we started dating. I loved him from the moment I seen his furry little self. After we lost Wyatt I held this dog for 2 days and bawled. This is the longest Bear ever let me hold him without wanting to play or wanting to get down. He knew I was hurting and I he let me soak his fur with my tears. I always felt like God told Darren to buy this very expensive dog for this girl he just started dating because He knew He had other plans for our son. Bear was like therapy for me. He helped me when my psycho self wanted a baby to hold. He was my baby. Now he's gone.