Memorial

Our “Bestest boy” Baer and his fearless companion, Kona (Fat satan to those who loved her) crossed the rainbow bridge side by side on May 19, 2025 in a tragic house fire. They are survived by their loving people, Ned, Julie, Kaitlyn, Maggie and AJ, and countless other friends and family members who tolerated being rubbed, jumped on, and otherwise completely covered in hair and love. Baer came to the family after his adoptive mom was duped into driving his three siblings an hour away to “look at a puppy.” His gigantic paws gave cause for concern that he would end up as big as his dad, and within a year, he outweighed most of the family members. At 125lbs, he was a handsome, gentle giant who grew to love chasing balls, feared cats, and left a trace of himself wherever he went. He loved belly rubs, snuggles, butt scratches and escaping out of the front door every chance he had. He also loved his girlfriend Stella, the tiny water dog who lived around the corner, and would run to her back yard when instructed, if he refused to go back to his own yard. Kona came to join Baer during COVID lockdown when getting another puppy was the cool if not questionable thing to do. If her mother had her way, “she”would have been a “he” and a Corgy, but in a twist of circumstances, she ended up being the first girl the breeder grabbed out of the back of his truck and handed to an eager 14year old girl. Kona quickly conquered Baer’s heart, and he let his new 5lb sister climb him, wrestle his ears and tail, and explore his gigantic mouth without a care. If you have never seen a baby Heeler herd a giant german shepherd, I highly recommend it. Like all stereotypical red heads, Kona was smart as a whip but liked to do things her way, and tended to suffer from selective hearing. She loved to try to herd anything that moved (the cats loved her), and allowed a select few to rub her belly and head. Hands only for pets – grooming brushes were an act of war upon her and would not be tolerated. Baer and Kona were both terrible at sharing snacks and toys, and over years grumbling and correcting each other where these things were involved, they found harmony. We can still hear the echos of Baer kicking his empty metal food bowl across the kitchen floor to have it filled, and see Kona’s big smile as she came running, knowing that sound meant she would be fed as well. If you can find it in your heart and bank account, donations to the family can be made through GoFundMe. Some of us promise not to use the money for dog tattoos.

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