Obituary of Bear Mercer

I love the way your nails sound coming up the steps to see us
I love your big brown eyes
I love how your ears feel like velvet
I love the way you nibble while you kiss me
I love that you have to eat my face once a day
I love the way you smell
I love your soft bare tummy
I love the registered weapon you call a tail
I love how many winkies you produce
I love your smile
I love how you cuddle me
I love how you know what we are feeling, and what you teach me when you tell us as much
I love that you adore jumping in a creek or lake but hate the rain
I love watching you dream
I love waking up with you next to me
I love your fuzzy bottom
I love seeing you in your window posts around the house, keeping watch and woofing at the neighborhood dogs
I love the big mitts you call paws, especially the cute tufts of fur that pop out between the pads
I love how smart and observant you are
I love how playful and joyfully goofy you are
I love that you love so hard and so true
I love every moment I’ve had with you
I love your obsession with tennis balls
I love that you believe a “game of catch” is human for “keep away”
I love the sound of your paw on the bedroom door when you want in
I love how you take over a bed
I love how you tear a bed apart until it’s just right
I love your sigh
I love how you always know when there are fresh sheets on the bed that need flavoring
I love it when you snore
I love your little bottom swirls
I love your boo boo bottom scar
I love your insatiable love of blueberry pie
I love feeling you breathe while you sleep next to me
I love how you bounce your head off the floor when you sneeze
I love how that cinder block you call a head will leave me with a shiner if I’m not careful
I love that we found each other