Saying Goodbye to The Cinnamon Bear.

The Cinnamon Bear at three months.

 The Cinnamon Bear came to us from LaPine, Oregon on a cold rainy morning in 2014. She was so little then. Her breeders might have mis-counted the weeks, she seemed about six weeks old. The Bear was the second Basset female we brought home with us, the other being CarmelCorn SanDiego.

As a puppy Cinnamon walked on her ears in a way that reminded me of a bear, and since I had named Carmen after a sweet candy I named this new baby girl The Cinnamon Bear. Themes are a thing I do. 

She was called many things over the years: The Bear, Cinna-mini, and Bear-bear were just a few of the nice things, but there were others. The Bear could be a real bitch where she wanted. After our Henry Hudson passed she became our Alpha and ruled with an iron fist. She was our alpha for three years prior to Laffee Taffee whelping her first litter, less so after that. 

Carmen and Cinnamon

Cinnamon had two litters; both of eleven pups each. She was a good mother. Our plan is always to breed one of our girls three times before finding a good retirement for them. We made these plans early on in our Farm dream, thinking that this would be the best thing for the female while keeping our kennel numbers reasonable. Since she was the second female we waited for her to birth a third litter, but she really didn't have much interest after the second litter. Eventually we decided to retire her at eight years old. After her spay we began seriously looking for a new place for her. 

Cinnamon's first litter

Letting go of one of our puppies is hard. We spend so much time with them, love them, discipline them, wash their dirty ears, everything one does with human children we do with the puppies we take in.

Our original plan was always to let the girls  retire once they were no longer suited to the breeding business. But this has not been nearly as easily done as we would wish. Rational decisions are usually best, but not always easier to do when the time arrives to let one of our girls go. We are careful in choosing a place for them to go and this is the best we can do. 

Cinnamon was picky with people. We interviewed five families who were interested in taking her but she really only clicked with three of them. Eventually we found a nice person with an Emu farm and last weekend we took The Cinnamon Bear for a long car ride to her new home. 

Unfortunately for all of us, Bear-bear found a hole in the new family's fence and made it onto the highway where she died instantly. We are heart broken twice this week. Letting her go, then losing her again a few days later. But this is life and the thread holding any one of us to life is very thinly made. There is no blame for anyone in this. Cinnamon was always good at finding the hole in the fence. 

Cinnamon was a very good Basset. Long ears and stubborn. She loved her family and was loved every day of her life. We all might hope for better, but must accept what comes. She will be missed. She will be in our thoughts. Today she is in our prayers.