Gus Bear
A donation was made in memory of Gus Bear on Oct 31, 2011.
To those who got to meet Gus Bear in their lives:
Gus bear died Friday October 7th 2011 at 9:30PM in the Tacoma pet Hospital; he was there for exploratory surgery as they found a tumor on his spleen. He never made it to that point. The two hour drive didn’t help I suppose as his blood pressure was so low he was almost in shock when I got there. They said Gus was dying for months but kept going for some reason. Love for us, he needed to marry Rainy Bear and she had her puppies two days before he gave up. He went around and said goodbye to each of us and went and took one last look at his baby boys and girls. He lived to see and smell his babies.
He watched me with his head resting between the two front seats almost the entire trip. I saw him right before I left the hospital and he just looked up at me with those beautiful brown eyes and smiled a very tired look. He died before I got 60 minutes from the hospital. He had two cardiac arrests. He didn’t survive the 2nd one. God Damned he will be missed! He was the best thing to have ever come into our kitten-packed little house! Gus has 6 babies left behind.
He (Gus) had the cancer long before we got much indication of it. He went in and out with bouts of sluggishness, vomiting and diarrhea, but always got rid of it after a day or so. A Vet said he had many cancers spreading but could only see a golf-ball size one on his spleen. That is why I took him in was to take out the spleen as he could live long without it. But it had gotten into his kidneys and liver by then. One vet said he stayed alive to see the babies through, period. He died less than 3 days later. As to keeping the puppies I’ll forward my last response to my son in Nevada:
We plan to keep a few as they decide who they are. Might you want one? I’ll tell you why it was so important to breed Gus with his little mail-order bride (See attached picture) of “Rainy Bear” suffice to say “he” was an extraordinary bear. He loved kids, friends (my clients that is) visiting; he would sleep on the lawn surrounded by 7-9 fat ducks and they trusted him completely. He loved chasing the double-ended tennis ball toys; he made them make a clunking noise by biting it and tossing it in the air. Gus weighed in at 112 lbs when young.
He was a terror on predators and when young, he once ran a male cougar off the property for nearly a mile. He had no fear of anything. Gus was shot twice and carried the bullets in him forever. But he couldn’t defeat cancer. The Vets said they couldn’t explain what kept him alive so long, except the sense he needed to see those babies through and wouldn’t leave without seeing and smelling their little fat bottoms. He actually went around and said goodbye to each of us, Kathy and the kittens too, until he and I went to the hospital. He knew. Going for a ride in the Jeep was his very favorite thing too.
No matter which way I sat in the property/woods, he would lay behind me facing opposite (he always had my 6).
One of these baby bears will carry the Gus Bear we knew with him; the only baby girl is cinnamon color and already named Gussie!
I love Gus Bear.
Craig B H. and family of “little angels in fur” (an NYPD Police Officer said that of them, thanks Pete!)
The Hulet Family
Gus bear died Friday October 7th 2011 at 9:30PM in the Tacoma pet Hospital; he was there for exploratory surgery as they found a tumor on his spleen. He never made it to that point. The two hour drive didn’t help I suppose as his blood pressure was so low he was almost in shock when I got there. They said Gus was dying for months but kept going for some reason. Love for us, he needed to marry Rainy Bear and she had her puppies two days before he gave up. He went around and said goodbye to each of us and went and took one last look at his baby boys and girls. He lived to see and smell his babies.
He watched me with his head resting between the two front seats almost the entire trip. I saw him right before I left the hospital and he just looked up at me with those beautiful brown eyes and smiled a very tired look. He died before I got 60 minutes from the hospital. He had two cardiac arrests. He didn’t survive the 2nd one. God Damned he will be missed! He was the best thing to have ever come into our kitten-packed little house! Gus has 6 babies left behind.
He (Gus) had the cancer long before we got much indication of it. He went in and out with bouts of sluggishness, vomiting and diarrhea, but always got rid of it after a day or so. A Vet said he had many cancers spreading but could only see a golf-ball size one on his spleen. That is why I took him in was to take out the spleen as he could live long without it. But it had gotten into his kidneys and liver by then. One vet said he stayed alive to see the babies through, period. He died less than 3 days later. As to keeping the puppies I’ll forward my last response to my son in Nevada:
We plan to keep a few as they decide who they are. Might you want one? I’ll tell you why it was so important to breed Gus with his little mail-order bride (See attached picture) of “Rainy Bear” suffice to say “he” was an extraordinary bear. He loved kids, friends (my clients that is) visiting; he would sleep on the lawn surrounded by 7-9 fat ducks and they trusted him completely. He loved chasing the double-ended tennis ball toys; he made them make a clunking noise by biting it and tossing it in the air. Gus weighed in at 112 lbs when young.
He was a terror on predators and when young, he once ran a male cougar off the property for nearly a mile. He had no fear of anything. Gus was shot twice and carried the bullets in him forever. But he couldn’t defeat cancer. The Vets said they couldn’t explain what kept him alive so long, except the sense he needed to see those babies through and wouldn’t leave without seeing and smelling their little fat bottoms. He actually went around and said goodbye to each of us, Kathy and the kittens too, until he and I went to the hospital. He knew. Going for a ride in the Jeep was his very favorite thing too.
No matter which way I sat in the property/woods, he would lay behind me facing opposite (he always had my 6).
One of these baby bears will carry the Gus Bear we knew with him; the only baby girl is cinnamon color and already named Gussie!
I love Gus Bear.
Craig B H. and family of “little angels in fur” (an NYPD Police Officer said that of them, thanks Pete!)
The Hulet Family
