It was a sad day. Like a funeral. Lots of people we hadn't seen in a while (Conrad, Steve, Doug...). We had to dart the bears, then carry them out while they were asleep. Like they were dead. We had a little reception in the bunkhouse, with a good-bye cake. Abigail, our baby and I took Sadie in the back of our truck, followed by the flatbed truck with Haines and Kenai, then the vet, then the media. Just like a funeral procession. We cried when they got on the FedEx plane and wished them well in their new home. They were good bears. Good friends. For two years we saw them morning, noon and night. Now the pen is empty and quiet. No wrestling. No playing with their toes. No peeking out from the cabin or swimming in the pond. We will miss them but they will have a good home. Farewell Dear Friends
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