Tanya Roberts was one of the sexiest and funniest actresses of her time, dazzling audiences with her stunning beauty and talent in That ’70s Show and Charlie’s Angels.
Tragically, her unexpected passing was marked by confusion, as her boyfriend mistakenly announced her death , adding a bizarre twist to the loss of this vibrant star.
Before we dive into the bizarre circumstances surrounding Tanya Roberts’ passing, let’s take a moment to celebrate her incredible contributions to the screen.
In a world where her legacy seems somewhat overlooked today, a closer look at her impressive career reveals just how unforgettable she truly was. And I’m sure she created cherished memories for many of you reading this.
Running away from home
Born Victoria Leigh Blum in 1949, Tanya Roberts grew up in the gritty Bronx of New York City. The little girl with ice-blue eyes lived in a poor old house with her mother and big sisters. Despite her modest life, Roberts had big dreams of wearing beautiful clothes, riding horses, living in a mansion, and shopping in limousines. Most of all, she wanted to be a star in Hollywood.
At just 15 years old, she took a bold step and ran away to chase her dreams. This was after her family had moved to Toronto, where a tragic event would lead Roberts to distance herself from them. One day, shortly after her father tragically passed away, Tanya felt the walls closing in on her.
In that moment, she decided to leave home. After a heated argument with her mother, Roberts packed her bags and moved to a place in the Village, a neighborhood in Toronto. She supported herself by selling dance lessons to ”old guys”, who lusted after her body.
It wasn’t long before she met another boy, Colin, who had also dropped out of school. She fell head over heels for him.
“It just happened. A stupid, spontaneous thing. Colin was two years older than me, a Canadian, a dropout, doing nothing. It was a love affair that turned into hatred. We never were friends. We didn’t get along at all. But I loved him, you know. I was butterflies. I’d look at him and gasp, ‘Oh my God!’ I responded to the palpitations of the heart.”
Married in secret
The couple was together for seven months and married in secret. They moved to New York together, but then Colin’s mother intervened, annulling the marriage. Roberts and Colin were far too young and hadn’t received their parents’ consent.
Roberts never told her mother about the marriage; she didn’t want to shock her. Soon after, the relationship with Colin ended, but another man entered Roberts’s life— one who would change her whole life.
As Tanya Roberts pursued her acting dreams in New York, she met Barry Roberts while waiting in line for a movie. He was a truck driver earning $30 a week, and he quickly became her next great love.
It was actually Tanya who proposed to Barry in a subway station, and they quickly tied the knot in 1973. Her husband had originally set his sights on becoming a psychologist but soon dropped out of his studies to write scripts for various TV networks.
The couple moved to Hollywood, determined to lead as normal a life as possible.
”You know you’ve got the right guy when you can sit at home with him Saturday night, just you and him and pizza,” Tanya shared in 1980.
For most of their lives, Tanya and Barry lived peacefully and happily, tucked away in the serene and private surroundings of their secluded home in the Hollywood Hills.
“Living here is like being in the country, but civilization isn’t far away when I need it,” Tanya exclusively shared with Closer Weekly in 2015. “It’s the house I’d always dreamed of.”
Spell on Charlie’s Angels
Tanya Roberts’ upbringing on the streets of Bronx served her well when she landed the role of the streetwise Julie Roberts in Charlie’s Angels. Before that, she had already made a name for herself as a model in television ads and took on serious roles in off-Broadway productions like Picnic and Antigone.
However, it was in the summer of 1980 that the world truly took notice of her.
Tanya was chosen from over 2,000 candidates to replace Shelley Hack in the beloved detective series Charlie’s Angels, which was struggling to attract viewers.
The producers hoped that the vibrant 26-year-old would inject new life into the show alongside her co-stars, Jaclyn Smith, the last original ‘Angel,’ and Cheryl Ladd. With her charisma and talent, Tanya was determined to help turn the series around.
”I think there’s a lot of enthusiasm on the set. We are a real team. It’s very important for us to get along because it shows in our work. I think it’s hard do continually make a classy show every week for five years with three girls. It’s not Shakespeare but I think the public looks forward to seeing something new every week,” Roberts told The Daily Herald-Tribune in 1981.
Unfortunately, despite her efforts, Roberts — who described herself as a ‘workaholic’— couldn’t revive the series, and Charlie’s Angels was canceled in 1981.
However, her talent and dedication led to new opportunities in her career.
Nominated for Golden Raspberry Award
After Charlie’s Angels, Robert’s starred in a string of films that gained cult status, including The Beastmaster (1982), Sheena: Queen of the Jungle (1984), Body Slam (1987), and Night Eyes (1990).
Most people, however, associate her with her iconic roles as Stacey Sutton in the 1985 James Bond film A View to a Kill and as Midge Pinciotti on That ’70s Show, where she captivated audiences from 1998 to 2004.
In A View to a Kill, Tanya Roberts starred alongside Roger Moore, and the film became a massive box office success. However, critics weren’t entirely convinced; in retrospect, Moore himself expressed disappointment, stating that it was his worst Bond film due to its excessive blood and violence.
At 57, the Hollywood legend faced criticism for being too old for the role, and he even quipped about the age gap, revealing that he was mortified to discover he was older than Roberts’ mother. In a December 2007 interview, he humorously remarked, ”I was only about four hundred years too old for the part.”
Tanya, too, faced her share of criticism after her Bond debut. Interestingly, she wasn’t the original choice for the role. Producers had initially hoped to cast Priscilla Presley, but she was tied up with her contract for Dallas. They even considered former Bond girl Barbara Bach before ultimately selecting Tanya Roberts. Despite her efforts, she was nominated for a Golden Raspberry Award for Worst Actress, although she lost the dubious honor to Linda Blair, who appeared in Night Patrol.
Losing her husband
For the younger generation, many recognize Tanya Roberts from her role as Midge Pinciotti on the beloved sitcom That ’70s Show. She was a cherished presence on the show but had to leave after the third season.
The reason? Her husband, Barry, had become seriously ill, and she wanted to be there for him. Tragically, Barry died at the age of 60 after a long four-and-a-half-year battle with encephalitis, a condition that causes inflammation of the brain tissue, leading to personality changes, seizures, and weakness.
Tanya and Barry stood by each other from their marriage in 1973 until his passing in 2006. The couple never had any children.
Mysterious death
After the heartbreaking loss of her husband Barry in 2006, Tanya Roberts found love again with Lance O’Brien. The two met while working for Tahiti Village, a Las Vegas resort — Tanya as a spokesmodel. They spent 18 years together, seemingly inseparable, but their world took a tragic turn in December 2020.
At 71, Tanya was still vibrant and full of life, known for her daily hikes up the Hollywood Hills. Described as ”healthy as a horse,” there was no indication of any serious health issues. However, just before Christmas, Tanya began experiencing lower intestinal pain and difficulty breathing.
These symptoms surfaced during one of her hikes, and though she initially thought it might be COVID-19. Early the next morning, she collapsed, unable to get up, and was rushed to Cedars-Sinai Hospital.
Doctors determined Tanya had developed a severe urinary tract infection that had progressed to sepsis. The infection quickly spread to her liver, kidneys, and gallbladder, ultimately leading to multi-organ failure.
Tubes up her nose
“She was talking when I called 911. Next thing I know, she’s in intensive care on oxygen and she’s extremely sick,” O’Brien shared with the Daily Mail.
When O’Brien was finally allowed to see her, Tanya was barely conscious, kept alive by a ventilator. The iconic actress, who had once graced screens as a glamorous star, could only blink in response to her partner’s presence.
”When she saw me and I was there, I saw her eyes open,” he said. “I felt good. I said, ‘Hey, her eyes are opening. Her eyes are opening.’ They told me that’s just a reflex,” O’Brien told Inside Edition.
Sadly, Tanya’s final days were both chaotic and heartbreaking.
O’Brien expressed his frustration with the hospital’s handling of Tanya’s care, stating, “She had tubes up her nose and throat, and they kept calling her Victoria —she hasn’t been called that since she was a teenager. It was so busy, I can’t begin to tell you what an awful, terrible experience it was.”
“I think COVID played a big part in it,” O’Brien added. “If you called the hospital, it sounded like something out of [sitcom] M.A.S.H.”
Cause of death
Tanya’s condition worsened, and on January 3, 2021, she was taken off life support. The beloved star passed away on January 4.
However, the aftermath of her death was even more chaotic. The news of Tanya’s passing was initially announced prematurely by her publicist, leading to confusion.
In a bizarre twist, O’Brien learned she was still alive during a live interview with Inside Edition.
“Now, you’re telling me she’s alive?” O’Brien exclaimed, answering a phone call from the hospital mid-interview. Crying, he added, “The hospital is telling me she is alive. They are calling me from the ICU team.”
Eventually, all the confusion cleared up, and it became evident that Tanya Roberts had indeed passed away. However, the mix-ups didn’t stop there – several sources incorrectly reported her age as 65 at the time of her death. Despite the fact that she was actually 71, some outlets still haven’t corrected this mistake, even three years later.
Her last will
The handwritten note left behind by Tanya Roberts offered a hauntingly intimate and bittersweet glimpse into her final thoughts. According to Fox News, Roberts left her entire estate, valued at over $3 million, to her longtime partner, Lance O’Brien. She signed the note using both her Hollywood name, Tanya Roberts, and her birth name, Victoria Blum.
“I have no reason to live,” Tanya wrote, and she also made it clear that none of her estate would go to her sister, Barbara Leary, or her nephew, Zack Leary.
Instead, Roberts left everything to O’Brien, though the letter suggests their relationship may not have been as loving as it seemed to the public.
”I want to leave my house … and all its belongings to my best friend Lance O’Brien – I also leave my two dogs and my Pension Plan check to Lance O’Brien,” the actress penned, as captured in images obtained by Page Six.
Perhaps the most heartbreaking part of the note comes when she acknowledged the disconnect in their relationship. ”I know you don’t love me but you have been a true friend & for that I’m [grateful],” she wrote. ”Have a good life & don’t blame this on yourself. I was always [too] sensitive to live in this world.”
Behind the face
Tanya Roberts’ final chapter may have been marked by sorrow and confusion, but it’s important to remember the light she brought into the world.
When you take a moment to look back at old photos of her — whether she’s on set, starring in her iconic roles, or even candid behind-the-scenes shots — a picture emerges of a woman who was not only stunningly beautiful but fiercely independent.
At just 15, she knew exactly what she wanted out of life. Becoming a Charlie’s Angel made her immortal in Hollywood’s eyes, but what really stood out was how she handled fame. While some may have expected her journey through stardom to come with heartbreak, bad roles, or failed marriages, Tanya took a different path.
She remained loyal to her husband, Barry Roberts, staying by his side through illness and even stepping away from her career to care for him. That kind of dedication and strength speaks volumes about the kind of woman she truly was.
Looking back at those early photos and moments reminds us of her grace, resilience, and the lasting impression she left on her fans and loved ones alike!
My Controlling MIL Stole My Dog Because She Didn’t Trust Me as a Mom — Here’s How I Took Back Control
My controlling MIL became unbearable after I gave birth, but I hit my limit when she stole the family dog, claiming it was a threat to the baby. I gave my husband an ultimatum that shattered family ties, but a bittersweet reunion years later healed us.
There’s a kind of quiet that only happens when a baby sleeps. I sat on the sofa, cradling my coffee cup while Bear, our Newfoundland, sprawled across the rug beside the bassinet.
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Bear had been my shadow for five years, ever since my husband brought him home as an anniversary gift for me. Now, he’d just expanded his watchlist to include our newborn, Sophie.
Sophie stirred in the crib, her tiny fist punching the air. I sighed, setting my cup down and crossing the room.
“Hang on, sweet pea,” I murmured, peeking over the crib’s edge.
Bear nudged my leg, and I couldn’t help but laugh as I realized he’d brought me Sophie’s burp cloth from the sofa.
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“Okay, clever boy,” I said, holding the drool-soaked burp cloth at arm’s length. “We’ve got to get your drool situation under control before she starts crawling. Deal?”
His tail wagged, and I swear it was a yes.
And then, like a sudden thundercloud, the front door opened. The sound of heels on hardwood made my stomach clench. I didn’t even have to look up.
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Karen breezed into the room, her eyes immediately locking onto Bear and the drool-soaked burp cloth in my hand. Karen’s expression twisted in distaste.
“You’re letting that thing slobber all over the baby’s things?” she said, gesturing wildly. “That’s unsanitary! At least put the dog outside.”
“Bear’s fine,” I said evenly, crossing to the laundry basket to grab a clean burp cloth. “He’s not hurting anyone.”
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Karen sniffed, her gaze sweeping the room like a TSA agent at an airport. “A big dog like that doesn’t belong anywhere near a baby. You think it’s cute now, but wait until he gets between you and the baby. You don’t know what he’s capable of.”
That one hit harder than I expected. My chest tightened, but I forced a laugh. “Bear? Dangerous? He’s a giant marshmallow.”
“Exactly,” Karen said, crossing her arms. “He’s too big. You don’t understand how dangerous dogs can be — it only takes one second for something to go wrong.”
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The door opened again, and thank God, my husband, Tom, walked in, shrugging off his coat.
“Hey, everyone,” he said, his grin fading slightly as he took in the scene. “What’s going on?”
Karen turned to him with the air of a woman making a dramatic announcement. “We were just discussing the dog. He needs to go, Tom. It’s only a matter of time before he harms the baby.”
“Mom,” Tom interrupted, holding up his hands. “The worst Bear’s gonna do is slobber Sophie to death.”
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Karen muttered something under her breath and started rearranging the baby things. She loudly criticized the state of our home and tried to snatch Sophie out of my arms when I started burping her after her feed.
“That’s not how you burp a baby!” She cried.
Bear let out a low woof, and Karen dramatically retreated from him.
“See? I told you he was dangerous. Put the dog outside right now, or better yet, get rid of him!”
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This carried on for two weeks! Karen called or showed up unannounced every day, and every day, she fired off criticism like an army sniper. It was driving me crazy. And every time I mentioned it to Tom, he brushed it off.
“She’s just being protective,” he’d say. “Her heart’s in the right place.”
But today, Karen was back, and the tension in the house could’ve snapped like a rubber band. She glared at Bear in his usual spot, then did something completely out of bounds.
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She marched over to Bear, grabbed his collar, and yanked on it. “You’re going outside right now!”
Bear dug his heels in and growled low in his throat.
“Let him be! He won’t allow you to take him away from Sophie.”
“He’s far too possessive,” she hissed, her voice like nails on a chalkboard. “It’s dangerous.”
“Bear is protecting her,” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended. “You’re the one antagonizing him, Karen.”
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“Enough!” Her tone dripped with authority, like she was addressing a rebellious teenager. “I’m only thinking of Sophie’s safety. You’ll thank me one day.”
When she finally left, I stood on the porch, clutching Sophie to my chest while Bear sat at my feet. I watched Karen’s car disappear down the street and sighed.
“Guess we’ll have to talk to Dad about Grandma, huh?” I murmured to Sophie.
I carried Sophie inside and set her down for a nap.
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Bear settled beside her crib like usual, his head resting on his paws. I ruffled his fur and whispered, “Good boy,” before heading to the kitchen to start dinner.
An hour later, Tom came home. He kissed me on the cheek, kicked off his shoes, and headed straight for Sophie’s room.
A moment later, his voice called out, tense and confused. “Where’s Bear?”
I frowned, wiping my hands on a dish towel. “What do you mean? He’s with Sophie.”
“No, he’s not. He’s — he’s gone.”
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The words knocked the air out of me. I rushed to Sophie’s room, my stomach twisting with dread. The sight of Bear’s empty spot beside her crib sent my heart plummeting.
“Maybe he’s in the backyard,” Tom suggested, already heading for the sliding door.
We searched the entire house, calling Bear’s name until our voices cracked, but he wasn’t there.
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Tom went out to search the neighborhood while I dialed every animal shelter in town, stumbling over my words as I described Bear. Nobody had seen him.
When Tom returned, his face was pale and drawn. He took one look at me and sank onto the sofa.
“First thing tomorrow, we’ll print posters and hang them up around town,” he said.
I stayed up long after Tom went to bed, pacing the living room.
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My thoughts raced, darting between every awful possibility. And then, like a thunderclap, the thought struck me: Karen.
It made sense except for one detail: how? I’d watched her leave. There was no way she could have taken him without me seeing. And could she really stoop so low? Could anyone?
I wanted to wake Tom, but the words felt too damning to speak. So I stayed silent, the fear and suspicion curling around me like a storm cloud.
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Karen showed up unannounced the next morning, as she often did. My stomach twisted as I opened the door and saw her standing there with her polished smile. I immediately told her about Bear and asked if she’d watch Sophie while we put up posters.
“Of course, I’ll watch Sophie! And don’t worry so much about the dog. It’s probably for the best, dear,” she said breezily.
Her words hit me like a slap, but I forced myself to stay calm.
“We’ll be back soon,” I said, grabbing my coat.
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As Tom and I drove through the neighborhood, stapling posters to light poles and taping them to storefront windows, Karen’s words echoed in my mind. “It’s for the best.” What did she mean by that? Did she know something?
When we got home, Karen was in the rocking chair, humming softly as Sophie slept in her arms. She looked up as we walked in; her smile serene and unbothered. But I couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“Where is he?” I asked, my voice sharp. “What did you do to Bear?”
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Karen blinked, her face a mask of innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes, you do,” I said, my hands balling into fists. “Don’t play dumb, Karen.”
She sighed dramatically and set Sophie down in the crib. “Fine! Yes, I took him. Someone had to think of Sophie’s safety since clearly you won’t. You’re too blinded by your emotions to make the right decisions.”
Tom stepped forward, his voice low. “Mom… please tell me you didn’t.”
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Karen’s chin jutted out defiantly. “I did what had to be done. He’s at a shelter now. Somewhere you won’t find him, so you can’t bring him back here to endanger my granddaughter.”
The room spun. I didn’t even realize I was crying until Tom touched my shoulder.
“You had no right,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “He’s part of our family. Sophie loves him. You… you need to get out of my sight, right now, Karen, before I do something I regret.”
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For the first time, Karen looked truly shocked. But she straightened her shoulders, collected her bag, and left without another word. The sound of the door slamming echoed through the house, but it didn’t bring any relief. Only silence.
That night, the house was unbearably quiet. Tom sat at the dining table, looking up shelters on his phone. His jaw was tight, and his fingers tapped restlessly against the screen. I stood by the sink, gripping the edge of the counter as anger and heartbreak churned in my chest.
“She’s never going to stop, Tom,” I said, breaking the silence.
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My voice trembled with exhaustion, but I forced the words out. “She’s never going to respect me — or us.”
Tom sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know she went too far this time, but… she’s protective. She thought she was doing the right thing.”
I turned to face him, my eyebrows shooting up in disbelief. “The right thing? She stole Bear! And she’s not protective, she’s controlling. She’s manipulative. And you keep making excuses for her like it’s okay. It’s not.”
“She’s my mom,” he said quietly, as if that excused everything. “She just wants what’s best for Sophie.”
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I felt the dam inside me break, and the words spilled out in a rush. “This isn’t just about Bear, Tom. It’s about her always treating me like I’m not good enough. And you; you sit there and let her do it. You play devil’s advocate while she undermines me, over and over again.”
He opened his mouth to respond, but I cut him off, stepping closer. “If you won’t stand up for me and our family, then we’re done. I mean it, Tom. I can’t do this anymore.”
Tom’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked like I’d slapped him.
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“You’re right,” he said softly, his voice thick with regret. “I’ve been an idiot. I thought I was keeping the peace, but all I’ve done is let her poison everything. I’m sorry.”
I stared at him, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. “So, what are you going to do about it?”
He hesitated, but only for a moment. “No more visits. No more calls. I’ll tell her she has one chance to fix this, and unless she tells us where she took Bear, we’re going no-contact.”
I nodded, my throat too tight to speak, and Tom pulled me into his arms. I let myself sink into his embrace, the weight of the past weeks finally starting to lift.
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Two years later
Karen never told us where she took Bear, so we cut all ties with her and started fresh in a neighboring city.
Sophie had grown into a curious, talkative toddler, and Tom and I were closer than ever. Still, Bear’s loss lingered like a dull ache. His photos hung on the walls, and Sophie would sometimes point to them, asking, “Doggy? Where doggy?”
The grief never really went away. We’d talked about getting another dog, but nothing felt right. Bear wasn’t just a pet; he was family.
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One crisp fall afternoon, Sophie and I went to the park. Sophie toddled beside me, clutching a bag of breadcrumbs for the ducks. We stopped by the pond, and she giggled as the ducks quacked and flapped their wings.
“Look, Sophie,” I said, pointing to a group of people flying kites nearby.
The colorful shapes danced against the sky, and I smiled, expecting her to squeal with excitement. But when I turned back to her, she was gone.
My heart stopped.
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My eyes darted around the park, and then I saw her close to the edge of the pond, reaching for a waddling duck.
“Sophie!” I screamed, sprinting toward her.
She stumbled, her tiny foot catching on the uneven ground. I realized with a sickening jolt that I wasn’t going to reach her in time.
Before I could process what was happening, a blur of dark fur shot past me, barking loudly. Even in my panic, I recognized that bark immediately.
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The massive dog reached Sophie in seconds, gripping the back of her shirt gently in his teeth and pulling her away from the water’s edge. My breath caught in my throat.
“Bear?” I whispered, my legs giving out beneath me as I fell to my knees. “Oh my God… Bear!”
He turned, his big brown eyes meeting mine, and his tail wagged so hard it sent leaves flying. He bounded toward me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, sobbing into his fur.
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Sophie squealed with delight, hugging Bear’s side as he licked her face. His tail thumped against the ground, and I laughed through my tears, unable to believe what I was seeing.
A man and woman came running over, their faces pale with worry.
“Cooper!” the woman called. “Oh, thank God.”
They stopped short when they saw us, their expressions a mix of relief and confusion. Bear licked my cheek, then broke free of my embrace and ran over to them.
“Is that… your dog?” I asked, my voice trembling.
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The man nodded. “We adopted him from a shelter a couple of years ago.”
My heart twisted painfully. “He used to be my dog, but then…” I broke off as I started sobbing all over again. “Thank you for giving him a home. I can see… he loves you very much. For two years, I’ve worried about what happened to him, but now… now I know he’s okay.”
We exchanged numbers, and they invited us to visit him whenever we wanted. As Bear trotted away with his new family, Sophie waved, her little voice ringing out: “Bye-bye, Doggy!”
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Though it hurt to let him go, I knew he was happy. For the first time in years, I felt a sense of peace. Bear had found his place, and so had we.
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