The Bears ( no not those...)

We were a silly couple.  We had 2 bears that we adopted.  The first one was a little bear named Boo – found in a Montreal drug store – siting on a glass shelf – crying out to be adopted.  And so we did.  She evens has tee-shirt with her name on it.
Boo.

She became our constant companion and avid co-traveler.  She came with us whenever and wherever  we traveled – always in the carryon bag – she had to breathe you know.

Eventually she gained a voice -  sarcastic – caustic at times, always funny and right to the point.  Feed me, she would say – I want what you had for dinner.  And a beer. I’m French Canadian, after all…   FEED ME. 

And she always had something to say, usually in Glenn’s comic voice. Sometimes mine.
Eventually we adopted a Yogi to go with her Boo – I’m sure you get it.

Yogi was always the quieter of the two – never complaining about the lack of beer – or food – or traveling with us – Boo would be the voice for them both – unlike the 2 of us.

She had own style.

 Until 10 months and 2 days ago.

The voice stopped that day.  The day the music died.

She has not spoken since the day I came back from the hospital.   I didn’t have to tell her – she knew – and so did he. 

No voice since that day. Silence. They still sit in the living room in their own respective chairs. Guarding what, I’m not sure.  But silent. And it is eerie to say the least.

And heartbreaking. We were Yogi and Boo, stealing picinic baskets and always on the lookout for Ranger Smith.

 But no more.

Ouch that hurts.