Cheryl Richardson has had a really hard year with her furkids. And it’s just gotten a bit harder.

Bear was such a bright light in my house. I know that it will be dim for a while, and never quite as bright before. Bear was a friend to everyone who met him, whether it was another pet or person. He became the official greeter of my neighborhood. We made rounds to visit all of the neighbors. He hadn’t been getting out quite as much, because of his arthritis, but he still liked to visit. Casey and I are still in quite a bit of shock. I may not be around for a couple of days, and I hope that you all understand. I’m still processing. This was an exceptionally hard blow, so soon after losing Slate the first of September. Please send good thoughts and prayers this way.