THE GOLDEN FLAME
Do not mourn the
extinguishing of the flame ...
celebrate how brightly it burned.
Our Ted Bear is no longer with us.
He lost total use of his legs yesterday.
At 15 he had no muscle left and his spine was loaded with
We took him in this morning.
It was the right thing to do, but if you knew Ted Bear you
would know what a personality he was, and so it was very
difficult, doesn’t matter if it was the right thing to do.
His vet a wonderful woman, (and Ted did like the women),
came in to the room, gave Ted some nice petting, and left to
prepare and give us a few more minutes.
When she came in with the injection she started to cry and
couldn’t do it. Only makes me respect her more as an Animal
Doctor. She asked if it would be ok if we used another woman
vet in the office, she said it’s absolutely the right thing
to do but she was just emotionally invested with him. That’s
our Ted Bear, a real Woman’s man.
I used to say he was the Sean Connery of Golden males.
He would come in to a room and kind of saunter, not with
arrogance but with confident self-knowledge and a desire to
Ted was most definitely a “shaken not stirred” kind of guy.
I stayed until it was time and we just snuggled, but I could
not watch. I left the room and Carlo stayed. Ted Bear left
this world very gently. The shot did not hurt, he was not
panting with distress, he was calm, lying down and it only
If Ted Bears job on this earth was to make people smile, to
make your heart love more, then his mission was
Carlo and I are grateful to have had him in our lives.
RIP Ted Bear. GRINinc dog #164
Dewey came into
our lives in June of 2007, just over a month after we lost
our beloved 14 year-old Golden boy, Costa. My wife Kelly and
I were unsure how a new dog would fit into our little
family, especially considering the unique bond we had with
Costa. But the house seemed so empty without a four-legged
family member and we decided to look at the GRININC website
to see who was available.
We had actually
considered rescuing a Golden from GRININC while Costa was
still alive. Dewey was available then but could not go to a
home with other pets due to his intense animal aggression.
We looked at some of the other fine goldens available but
ultimately decided it would be too much for our aging boy so
When we returned
to the GRININC website we were surprised and pleased to see
Dewey was still available. Apparently the single pet
requirement made him difficult to place in a forever home.
Are we ever thankful for that!
We met Dewey at
his foster parents' home and were delighted to find an
affectionate, energetic dog who seemed to have a real zest
for life. A few days later, we brought him home.
At first his
animal aggression was somewhat disconcerting. He would bark
and spin on his leash whenever we encountered another dog on
our walks. One day Kelly was walking Dewey before work when
a neighborhood cat, who used to walk along with us and
Costa, came over to meet Dewey (he may not have realized it
was a different dog). Before Kelly could react, Dewey had
the cat in his mouth and the cat's paws wrapped around his
head! Not knowing what to do, Dewey eventually released the
cat, who ran off unharmed never to come close to Dewey – or
us for that matter – again.
As aggressive as
he was with other animals, he absolutely loved people. To
family members and strangers alike, he would be your instant
best friend, especially if you had a treat for him (ice
cubes were his favorite!). We chalked his animal aggression
up to lack of proper socialization during his early years
based on his background story. He had apparently been left
outside tied to a tree for the first 5-6 years of his life.
It wasn't until a neighbor took him in that he ever
experienced the inside of a house. Why people get pets only
to treat them that way I'll never know. The way he was
treated, you would think he would have a distrust of humans,
but happily that was never the case.
everything with gusto. People who didn't know him well would
gasp at how he would gulp down his food by the mouthful. No
sooner would we pour it into his bowl than he would be
finished and looking for his "after-dinner cube". We worried
that he would have problems digesting his food and develop a
blockage so we eventually put a large rock in his bowl (too
big to eat, of course) in an attempt to slow down his
eating. It didn't really work, except to make it a little
more effort to get to those last few morsels. I can still
hear the sound of him pushing the rock around his metal bowl
as he rummaged for every last piece of kibble.
As he got older
and more comfortable in his routines, his aggressiveness
toward other animals dissipated. When Kelly and I had to
move back to NJ from Florida, we settled into a townhome
community with lots of other neighborhood dogs. Prior to
then, he had met a few other neighbor and family dogs and
was beginning to show signs that he no longer felt the urge
to try and eat them . As we got settled into our new home,
he met many other dogs with whom he quickly became friends …
or at least who he tolerated. We often joked that Dewey was
not a "dog person".
Before long, he
became the "mayor" of our neighborhood. All the other dogs
loved him. And their owners loved him even more. We like to
think that our Cesar Milan-style "rehabilitation" was the
reason, but it was probably as much that he just needed to
know he was safe and loved (which began with his great
GRININC foster parents).
December of 2012, Kelly and I decided to travel to Florida
to visit family for Christmas. We made it a two-week trip so
we could drive and take Dewey with us. Just days before we
were planning to leave, he started to become a little picky
with his food. This was very odd given his zest for eating
but we chalked it up to a side effect of some medications he
was on for an eye ulcer. We proceeded with our plans and set
off for warmer climates, Dewey comfortably (more so than
Kelly and me!) in tow.
During our trip,
Dewey's pickiness became more pronounced. We switched him
from his dry food to canned and he seemed to like that … for
a bit. When it came time to head back north, he was eating
less and less. He even stopped eating ice cubes. We were
hopeful he was fighting off a virus or infection of some
sort, or that maybe his teeth were bothering him, though I
think in our hearts, we knew it was something more. We took
him to an emergency veterinarian the night before we were to
leave Florida. While we didn't get any definitive answers,
the vet prescribed some medication to make him more
comfortable for the 1300 mile ride.
home, we took Dewey to our regular vet several times, each
time ruling out a potential "good" diagnosis. Finally, we
had an ultrasound done and discovered that he had multiple
masses in his liver … too many to be surgically removed. All
the while, Dewey grew weaker and ate less, though never
showing signs of any discomfort. We were desperate to find
an answer that we could do something about but we knew we
were racing against the clock. We just couldn't believe that
this dog, our Dewey, who had been so healthy just weeks
earlier could suddenly be so sick.
By the time we
were able to get a second opinion (only a matter of days),
our poor guy had deteriorated to the point where he could
barely get himself up without assistance. He was no longer
eating voluntarily. Kelly and I were feeding him through a
syringe just to get some nutrients into him. It was obvious,
and the second opinion confirmed, there was simply nothing
more we could do for him.
January 26, 2013, we had to do the only thing left we could
for Dewey and put him to sleep. We were referred by one of
our vets to a service that would come to the home, which we
opted to do rather than put him through the trauma of a car
trip and the scary sterile environment of the vet's office.
Though we knew it was the right thing to do, and we are very
glad he was able to be at home, it was incredibly difficult
and Kelly and I wept when it was over. I have tears in my
eyes as I type this even now.
Dewey left our
lives and this world very peacefully. And we like to believe
that he was and is relieved to be out of his pain and
discomfort. He will always be with us in our hearts and
memories. We have many, many great memories for which we are
incredibly thankful. But more than that, we know that he is
in a better place. For those reading this, who may have
faced a similar ordeal, or who may have to struggle with the
same difficult decision sometime in the future, I want to
leave you with this brief personal story of hope and faith …
In early 2009,
Dewey helped me through one of the most difficult times in
my life. My best friend since grade school died suddenly and
unexpectedly at the age of 40. At the same time, my business
in Florida was struggling with the economic crash. Kelly had
been offered and had to accept a job back in New Jersey. I
suddenly found myself without my best friend, who I spoke
with or texted or emailed on a nearly daily basis, and alone
without my wife and partner in life. Dewey was my salvation,
providing me with an unconditional love that sustained me
until Kelly and I could be reunited and while I mourned the
death of my dear friend.
Here's where the
hope and faith comes in … when my friend Bill died, his
distraught sister went to a psychic seeking some sort of
answer or comfort. The psychic told her that Bill's spirit
was symbolized by the cardinal. Upon hearing that, she broke
down because there had been a cardinal that had taken up
residence in hers and Bill's parents' back yard.
The day I heard
about this, I felt a buckle in my knees because earlier that
day, Dewey and I had been walking through our neighborhood
in Sarasota when right in front of us, a cardinal flew
slowly from one side of the street to the other. I took note
of it because it was the most brilliant red color and I
couldn't recall ever seeing a cardinal in the four-plus
years we lived there.
Time to bring
After we said
good-bye to Dewey, we decided to clean the house, which had
been taken over by our care for him during the previous few
weeks. We filled a few garbage bags and took them to the
Next to the shed
that houses the dumpsters is a tennis court surrounded by a
high chain link fence. As we pulled up to the dumpster shed,
facing the tennis courts, we looked up and saw a beautiful,
brilliant red cardinal perched atop the fence directly in
front of us.
We looked at it,
then at each other and our eyes once again filled with
tears. They were tears of sadness and tears of peace. We
knew that Dewey was with Bill and that someday, we will be
reunited with them both.
Thank you for
reading this story of our beloved Dewey. And thank you to
Mary Ellen at GRININC for allowing us to share it with you.
- Rich & Kelly T
to us through Golden Rescue in Naples, Inc. in 2005. It was
our veterinarian’s suggestion that we get a second dog since
Bella was gaining weight from sleeping all day while we were
at work and school.
So here comes Remus (or
as Dennis calls him ‘Big Boy’ or ‘Remus Bemus’), a bouncing
bubble of joy. His first four years were terrible – void of
love, training or kind contact with a human. He craved your
attention, your touch and a kind word. From the time he came
to us, he never knew a moment of irritation or deprivation.
He hit the Dog Lottery.
brought a nasty habit of huffing and puffing (right next to
Dennis and making Dennis’ blood pressure shoot right through
the roof) and throwing up all over the carpets. No
warning…just walking along, tail wagging and BLAH!
weeks, Dennis decided we could no longer keep Remus and his
habits. He went to pick Holland up from school and explain
the reason Remus was always throwing up was because he
missed the Rescue people so much. Well, Holland jumps into
the car and babbles excitedly, ‘Look Pop. I got an A on my
English paper! Do you want to hear it?’ Naturally Dennis
says, ‘Sure Buddy, read it to me’. MY NEW DOG REMUS AND
WHY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. Dennis was defeated. Remus had a
the years he brought us such joy. He was the instigator. He
tried to pick a play fight with Bella at 9pm in front of the
TV. They would go at it so loudly you would think you were
listening to grizzly bears going at it! Fake snarling,
growling, rolling over and over one another. It was the
best. You could never be mad at him. His tail would just wag
with that look of complete happiness on his face and Yes,
thankfully the throwing up did stop.
Bella were inseparable. They played tug-of-war constantly
and if Bella were relaxing, Remus would come over and head
butt until she would get up and play. Mostly everyone
thought Remus was the younger of the two. He never grayed
and maintained the puppy mentality up until his
stopped eating and drinking. His tail still wagged whenever
you spoke to him and he tried to meet you at the door but
his legs were too weak to walk. It was heartbreaking to see
him slowly ebb away day by day.
took the hardest step and helped him to pass on to where I
am certain there is a heaven filled with puppies for him to
play with and angels to pet and love him until we are
reunited. We will see him again waiting for us with the
wagging tail, trusting brown eyes, and the non-stop barking
and Deb C.
Dear Mary Ellen,
We wanted you to know
that today we lost our gentle and beautiful little Sonnet.
We could not have ever wished for a more wonderful and
delightful girl and we will miss her terribly.
In spite of her not being
blessed with the best of health, we have over the years,
been able to provide her a very good quality of life through
great veterinary care and a loving home.
Unfortunately, she had recently become
extremely frail, particularly in her hind quarters, and
since Christmas had been unable to get around. The past day
or two she's been pretty much unable to walk more than a few
steps at a time even with pain medication.
We felt that it was
definitely not in her best interest to continue life under
conditions that were rapidly deteriorating with no chance
Our hearts are broken.
We wish God speed to our little girl who we're sure is now
in heaven. She brought great happiness to us and we shall
miss her dearly.
Sophia Marie (1999 – 2012)
We didn’t know much
about her previous life when we picked her up in Sarasota
September 11, 2008. She had been on her own. She was fat and
stinky and about 9 years old. When we got her home she got a
bath. She wasn’t too happy about it, but most dogs aren’t.
As we brushed her out she rolled over on her back, closed
her eyes and nodded off. So was the start of her weekly "spa
days". She loved Saturday’s as much as we did. I would bath
her and Barb would do her nails, trim her hair, and clean
her "areas". All the while she would lie on her back and nod
off totally relaxed. The sessions ended as she climbed into
bed with a blanket over her to sleep the day away. What a
Sophie must have had
children in her previous life. Every time she saw a child
she would perk up her ears and wag her tail as hard as she
could. As if to wonder if they were her first family. I
don’t know who they were but she never forgot them. Sophie
didn’t play with other dogs, chase a ball or like to swim.
She just loved people, all people. At 11 years of age she
completed a grueling full day exam to become a certified
therapy dog. We were so proud of her strength that day. Her
days as a therapy pet were only limited by her stamina. She
loved to walk the retirement home and give the residents a
lick on the hand until she could walk no more.
Daily she went off to
work with Barbara. She greeted everyone who came into the
office with loud beats of her tail on the floor. If you were
a man she would roll over and show you her belly. Sophie
love men! Her foster-mom called her "speed bump". She always
had to be in the same room with you and preferred the
doorways. You never walked by Sophie, always over her. At
home she was my best friend. She lay in her bed next to my
chair for countless hours just in reach of my hand. She
loved me to stroke her but was content with just a touch.
That was the minimum or I would get a look from her until I
put my hand back. I learned to changed channels with my
She helped us foster
other Goldens like her. She would keep her distance but
after about a week she would quietly groom their ears.
Sophie groomed everyone she loved. Sometimes just to say
thank you for a cold drink, others times long enough to
clean every inch of my arm from my wrist to my elbow. Then
we got Sammy. Sammy was a gentle boy a little younger than
Sophie. He loved Sophie, she pretended not to notice. Once
in a while he would coax a short but evident bit of
playfulness from her. Never long enough to get on film, but
it happened. She groomed his ears too. She loved him more
than we knew. When Sammy got cancer, she knew. When his nose
bled, she cleaned him. When he was gone, she started her
decline. She died 4 months later. She is with Sammy now. I
can only imagine him being so excited to see her again and
her ignoring him. That was my girl. My heart is forever
broken. I have had dogs all my life and loved them all.
Sophie was special. Barb says we were two peas in a pod.
Brad and Barb Carpenter
Sammie was always the campground "mayor" and ambassador. He
would greet everybody and make friends immediately. He was
our loving & loyal companion on many trips. He visited
friends & family with us all around the country. Everyone
loved him & he was sweet to everyone.Sammie knew right away
that we were his forever family. He made that decision. We
met Sammie in Naples with Mary Ellen of GRINinc. Sammie
climbed right into our motorhome, got up on the sofa, put
his head on the back of the sofa then gave us a look that
said, "I am home, you all work out the details". So we did.
Our other Golden Gigi Noel & Sammie were inseparable
companions, playmates, best friends. Where you saw one you
saw the other.Sammie did have his special way of making you
laugh. At home, anyone that sat in the recliner just had to
give him a treat. He knew the box of treats was there & he
was determined that you were going to give him one. And of
course, Gigi let him do all the work…then she got one too.
Sammie was more of a "field dog" than a "water dog". Gigi
loves to swim in a pool. Sammie would just run all around
the pool barking at her. Occasionally, he would slip and
fall into the pool. The first time he fell in, he didn't
know how to swim, so Gigi went to his rescue, and swam
beside him showing him how to do it.
Sammie, loved to sit in the yard on this little rise, he
would lie down, roll over on his back & slide down the hill,
wiggling all the way down. It looked like he was having
Sammie was our "guard dog". We felt safer when he was
nearby. Sammie had very keen hearing, but, was not anxious
to run & see what was going on. So when he heard something,
he would just make a low quiet growling sound that Gigi
would hear. Then she would go running to the front window to
see who was there. If she needed Sammie's help, she would
bark and he would run to her. They had a system.
Once, we were visiting my cousin in PA-she has cats &
dogs-the cat was sitting inside in the living room & we were
out on the screened porch. There was a sliding screen door
between Sammie & the cat. They sat there for the longest
time, just watching each other. Then the cat made a run for
it into the living room & Sammie took off after her, right
thru the screen door with a loud bang. He never did catch
the cat, she knew where to hide. Sammie just got this silly
look on his face, so embarrassed.
One of Sammie's favorite things to do on a walk in the woods
was to look for animals, squirrels, chipmunks, fox's, etc.
He never understood what happened when they ran up the tree
& he could not climb a tree after them. On one of these
walk, we stopped to chat with other campers and in an
instant Sammie turned and darted after a squirrel. He moved
so quickly, he spun Carl around & yanked him off his feet &
Carl went airborne down the hill. Carl got a few bruises on
that one, but he never dropped the leash. Then we learned
that you can never take your eyes off of 135 lb's of Sammie
in the woods. He was one very strong boy & a very quick one.
Everywhere we went, kids wanted to hug Sammie & Gigi. They
looked forward to all the extra pets.
I especially miss his sweet way of waking me up by putting
his head on the bed & watching me. He always woke me up like
that. He was a sweet leaner & a Velcro dog, with the most
beautiful eyes. He could communicate so much with just a
traveling in the motorhome, Gigi would sit by the door
touching my feet & Sammie would sit by me, leaning on my
legs all the way to wherever we were going. I tried to get
them to ride up on the sofa, or in the living room, but no,
they had to be touching me all the way there. When Carl got
out of the motorhome to refuel the motorhome, Sammie would
sit in the driver’s seat & watch him every
minute, until he got back in. Sammie loved his Daddy..
Even though we live in Florida, Sammie & Gigi experienced
winter & snow for 2 winters. They tunneled thru the snow
with their noses & had fun times. They enjoyed watching the
deer, wild turkeys, birds, & other small animals that came
by our motorhome. There was always something to watch out
the windows, plus they loved the long walks in the woods.
Carl usually walked them about 4 miles a day, up & down the
western PA hills.
We had so many fun times with Sammie, we always felt so
lucky to have him in our lives. He will always hold a
special place in our hearts.
Sadly missed by Carl, Joan and Gigi K.
Captain - The Big Red Dog, passed away recently. While he
was a big hearted fellow, in the end it was his heart that
finally gave out. Rather suddenly actually. And for a
chronically happy dog this was not a bad thing.
When he came to us everybody thought he was
fully grown. He was then the largest Golden Retriever
anybody could remember. But we were all wrong, he got even
bigger, one winter Captain got up to over 135 pounds. His
normal weight ended up being right at 125 pounds. He was
not a fat dog, he was just big.
Like most giants he was gentle, and was
misunderstood. It became apparent rather quickly that his
doggie-childhood was not a happy one. He had severe
separation-anxiety, so bad we had to get another Golden for
a companion so he could be left alone during the day.
Thunder-phobia so bad we came to think he had been tied to a
tree during a storm. With his great size the only part of
himself that he could get underneath the couch was his nose.
They say it was 25,000 years ago that the first
wolf stayed behind from its pack at a human campfire and
paired up with a man. Together they combined their hunting
skills, their specialties, and together they both
prospered. Man and dog. Captain understood that. He was
not just a “velcro dog”. He wanted to be a part of your
day, a part of your success. Of course in a modern society
with no mammoths or giant sloths to track and hunt he was a
little out of time and place. The world can be a cruel
place for giants, for the unusual, for the different.
Captain took it all in stride as best he could.
Life with us was tame for sure, but good, and
quiet, and peaceful. In return for our kindness Captain
taught us the true meaning of loyalty and unconditional
love. I can think of no better teacher. He also taught us
the meaning of PATIENCE, for he was too big to ignore. He
had his quirks and his foibles, don’t we all. But he never
meant any harm.
He is survived not only by
us but also his canine companion, Mattie. He may have been
a pain in her behind, but together they were a pack. While
they went everywhere together, she was not above getting up
sometimes and going to another room. But she always seemed
to know her job was to keep him on an even mental keel. Now
that task is done.
It is with great sadness that we
report the sudden and untimely passing of Toby. He was a
wonderful dog who was a blessing to our family and a joy to
everyone who met him. While the time we had together was too
brief, we thank you for it.
Friday evening, about 7, Toby was
playing in the back yard. Jean was out watching him. He
came trotting back toward her and suddenly just went down.
He was lying on his right side when she got to him. He
took a couple last very shallow breaths and stopped. He was
completely limp, no signs of life at all. I heard a couple
of last widely spaced heart contractions and then nothing.
The vet said there is a tumor called a
Hemangiosarcoma that is not uncommon in large dogs
(especially Goldens) that is very malignant and grows into
the right side of the heart weakening the wall. At some
point, probably with exertion, the heart wall ruptures and
death follows very quickly. The Vet who owns the Animal
Hospital we use has Goldens. One of his died that way and
they have had 1 or 2 others. It is just a nasty tumor that
is almost never found soon enough to do any good, and in the
heart the most common presentation is sudden death. There
are a few human conditions that behave in a similar fashion.
If I sat on the floor, he would come
and put his head in my lap. You know how when you really
care about your animals, you always wonder after the fact,
whether you really did all you could for them. I always felt
bad that I could not spoil him more. The possibility of an
allergic reaction precluded that. Funny that for the last
year or so his favorite treat was an ice cube. If Jean or I
was in the kitchen, he would sit by the fridge and look
expectantly. Then he would take it back to his towel to eat
He was my little blessing. The
following is a poem I wrote for Toby.
We wish for them.
We pray for them.
We work hard to get them.
Then if we are lucky, we finally get
At first we appreciate how wonderful
How unique and special it is.
But all too often, yesterday’s
wonderful becomes today’s ordinary.
The glow seems to fade.
We think now that we have it, it will
be there forever.
We take it for granted.
It may begin to occupy less of our
May not continue to be the focal point
of our lives that it once was.
Maybe we even start to think about
another blessing we might like.
And then one day it’s gone.
Because nothing is forever.
We miss it deeply.
We wish we had cherished it more.
Done more with it, paid more attention
Realized part of its specialness was
that it was only ours for a short time.
But we didn’t.
And it is gone.
Lance and Jean Davis
A TRIBUTE TO GOLDIE
GRIN dog #95
Jan 1, 1997 --- Oct 26, 2011
Time was so short with our
precious Goldie. I was selfish and wanted Goldie to be
around forever knowing full well that was not going to be
possible. No matter how long they’re with us it just isn’t
We saved Goldie from being
euthanized six years ago, but in all reality she saved us.
True to the magnet on our car…”my rescue dog rescued me.”
Goldie went on to become a therapy dog, passed advanced
obedience classes and earned her Canine Good Citizen award
in those six short years. We were so proud of all her
accomplishments. She loved to work during obedience
classes. She participated in the Wags And Tales program at
our local library and school. Children read to her and she
listened with such great attention. Even the children that
didn’t like to read were eager to do so with Goldie. Dogs
are so non judgmental. Twice a month she visited the
children in pediatrics at our local hospital. Nurses and
children alike loved seeing her. She was so charming, kind,
patient and gentle. She also participated as a therapy dog
in the local diabetic camp for children. In my opinion she
was the BEST!
I miss Goldie’s
when going for a walk, a ride in the
car or when it’s time to eat. Oh, how she loved to eat! I
also miss seeing her stretch on the sofa from a deep sleep
as she got older, lying in the kitchen while I worked
waiting for some food to drop, her snuggles, her warm soft
fur, but most of all I miss her being at my feet, always
there where ever I was…sometimes waiting for a crumb to fall
other times just to be close by.
She was so full of love and
had such a zest for life…a companion and best friend that
left a big paw print in our hearts that will be there
forever. She was a “golden thread” that wound around us
providing so much love.
Goldie has a sister that is
also a GRIN dog. Maggie really looked up to Goldie. Goldie
gave her what she lacks the most…confidence. She misses her
sister. For days Maggie would run into the house expecting
Goldie to be lying on the sofa like she always was and then
sadly look away. Thank goodness we have Maggie in our
lives. She has helped to ease our grief and will continue
to do that in the days ahead.
Dogs come into our lives only
temporarily, but in that short time they become our greatest
teachers, our greatest listeners and love us
unconditionally. Oh how that time is so short. They are
God’s perfect creatures who bring endless joy to our lives.
We are so fortunate to have had Goldie for those six short
years. She left an empty spot in our home and hearts, but
we have so many “tail waggin” memories that will be with us
forever. I know she will be there to greet us in heaven and
pick up right where she left off.
you Goldie Girl…
Virginia and Maggie
I'd like to introduce you to my buddy Dallas.
GRINinc dog # 312. We had the pleasure of sharing life with
him for just a few moments. Well, it felt like just a few
moments, not nearly long enough, but actually three years I
Dallas came to us because his family couldn't keep him. He
had been in a wonderful foster home but they were becoming
very attached and Dallas needed a forever home. And we just
couldn't resist that white face. So in he walked into our
hearts and made himself at home. We decided Dallas had come
to us for his retirement and we wanted to make sure it was
Dallas had a bad limp from an untreated accident in his
youth. But that didn't slow him down. You were wise to get
out of his way if there was food to be had! Or a ball! He
lived to play, swim, eat and be loved. He would lay beside
me wherever I was. And when I was in the kitchen he had a
knack for plopping down in the least convenient place. I'd
move everything over and he'd move too! Nothing phased him,
even when I spilt orange juice on him. He loved the kitchen,
the magic room where food appeared. And don't try and get
ice out of the freezer without sharing a cube with Dallas!
He was so loving and appreciative. I would look up from
whatever I was doing and he'd be staring at me with the most
loving, happy look. I miss that most. He loved being part of
out family pack which included an alpha beagle sister
(they shared alpha-ship) and younger rescue golden brother
Taylor. The Goldens got great pleasure out of stealing one
another's toys. It got so that when I would bring new toys
home I would purposefully give the wrong gift to each dog,
knowing they would steal the other's toy. Such characters!
One day we came home and found the chocolate pound cake I
had left in a covered cake dish was missing. From what we
could guess, the youngest golden had pulled it down and the
three dogs had a feast. There was little sympathy from the
humans, but I never could raise a voice to my friend Dallas.
Dallas had skin that was prone to infections and I was
constantly treating his sores. He was so tolerant of the
treatments, somehow knowing they were for his own good. I
remember one time I was cutting away a bit of fur and
accidentally snipped his skin. He never even whined and we
had to go get two stitches. Bless his heart. And another
time the door bell rang and I left a big bag of M&M's
unattended. In less than a minute he consumed all of them.
After consulting the vet we had to pour hydrogen peroxide
down his throat to make him vomit. He was such a sport about
that, never even tried to avoid it. But I swear there was a
twinkle in his eye that said "I don't regret eating those
Probably one of the worst days of our lives was January 31,
2010. Dallas woke us up having grand mal seizures that
didn't stop. After going to three vets he was diagnosed with
a brain tumor and cancer in his liver and spleen. There was
no hope for him and the best we could do for our friend was
to put him to sleep.
Our hearts and home are not the same without our friend. We
were so blessed to be his last family and I'm thankful we
could share his retirement together. I look forward to his
being the first one to greet me in heaven..
and Mike P.
Being the leader of our pack
Catching tennis balls
Going for walks
Being the first to eat
Sneaking up on the couch
Learning to track with Bill
Shredding napkins and plastic bags
Hiding in my closet for safety
Acting as referee while the others wrestled
Guarding the front door
Giving a warning bark or growl-howl
Burrowing under pillows
Working in the garage with Bill
Long naps in the afternoon
Sitting and getting a treat
Swimming in the lake
Cuddling between us during a storm
Getting a hug or lots of petting
Being gently brushed
Chasing rabbits and squirrels
Snuggling next to Nick
Curling up on his dog bed
Hanging out in the kitchen
Having food fall on the floor
Being right next to you
Feeling secure and loved
Being told he’s a “Good Dog!”
He left a big paw print on our hearts.
July 11, 1999 – May 25, 2011
GRINinc dog #184
Shelley and Bill Hunsberger and GRINinc
buddies Brady and Nick
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
came into my heart and her Golden flame will burn forever.
She was a very special golden girl…I called her my “Little
Red”. I have three other goldens and she was the smallest
red in the gang. Summi was very sick and depressed when she
came into my heart…I nursed her with hand feedings,
medications and a ton of love. Summi had thyroid cancer
that had spread to other parts of her body. She came from an
abusive home and was forced to live outside. Summi deserved
good life… My family and I
would give that to her here, at Golden Acres…she was a joy
to each of us… she was very protective if anyone came on to
the property! She would always be right on my heels…whether
I was getting ready for work or in the kitchen fixing
dinner. The first week I had Summi I slept on the floor
with her…she was not feeling well and I just couldn’t leave
her alone. She needed to know that I cared about her and
that I was going to help her. I made a special blanket for
her to sleep on…not one night went by that she didn’t sleep
on it!! After Summi was feeling better I introduced her to
my other three goldens
“Marley” “Molson” and “Scooby
Doo”. Summi was now a part of the family.
My husband, son
and I would care for her till her last breath. She was
always so happy to see each of us come home. I watched her
come from being scared and insecure to a bouncy, confidant,
happy golden. LIFE WAS GREAT!! She had baths and brushings,
toys and bones to play with and a ton of love.
On Tuesday May 3rd…it
was evident that her health was failing…I spoke to Marry
Ellen around midnight and we decided that it was time for
Summi to go to Dog Heaven.
In Dog Heaven
they sleep on clouds and GOD watches over them …and there
are no bad dreams. I know that when I get to Heaven…my
“Little Red” will be waiting for me.
Until we meet
again…I Love you “Summi”♥
When I rescued a dog, who had
been surrendered twice, I thought I was doing a wonderful
thing for Jack. As time went on, I realized that it was
Jack who was doing a wonderful thing for me. Jack loved me
unconditionally! He filled my life with laughter, love, and
companionship. Jack was always at the door to greet me
~with a "Golden grin" and a wagging tail!
Chasing tennis balls was a
favorite pass-time. Jack could manage three balls in his
mouth at once and still grin. He allowed the grandchildren
to dress him in ridiculous get ups~ and always had time to
listen to their stories.
As the years moved on, the
energy faded and the face turned white. He could could no
longer chase tennis balls....just carried them around.
Walks became shorter and naps became longer.; but the
unconditional love was constant....
On April 14, Jack crossed the"
Rainbow Bridge"...he fills our hearts with the memory of
unconditional love and a "Golden" grin. Joanne G.
Lucy came into
the GRIN family a little over 3 ½ years ago. She was picked
up as a stray in Sarasota. To say she had a hard life would
surely be an understatement. Another understatement would be
to say she had less then a huge desire to live. Lucy had
several fatty tumors. One big lymphoma under her front leg
was the size of a softball. When they were removed one on
her rear hip was cancerous. The vet got as much as he could
out, but said it would return.
That is when
Lucy became a permanent GRIN foster and a "Murphy Dog". I am
told that being a "Murphy Dog" is about as good as it gets.
Plenty of love, good food, toys, long walks, and the
biggie…couch and bed privileges. It is rumored Murphy’s have
a sign on the front door that reads………."The dogs live here,
you don’t….if you don’t want hair on your clothes then don’t
sit on the furniture."
We all learned
to live together; mom, dad, Lucy, Sienna, and Nina. Lucy had
spent a good portion of her life fending for herself, and
she had a few traits that were not desirable to the rest of
the Murphy clan. She was very "thunder-phobic", and wanted
to sit in your lap during storms. Lucy was a world class
"counter surfer". She once managed to snag a 2 pound turkey
breast, fresh out of the oven. Probably because of her life
before GRIN she was food-focused. Anytime Sally or I were in
the kitchen we had to deal with a large Golden lump in front
of the refrigerator, or the stove, or where ever food was
being prepared. It was nearly impossible to get her to move.
We learned to work around her.
Lucy had a
Golden heart and personality when it came to people. She
liked nothing better then to lean against you or sit beside
you and be petted. In the morning she would lie on her back
and wiggle till she got her tummy scratched. About a year
ago the tumor was growing on Lucy’s hip again. Then five
months ago I found out I had cancer. Sally and I believe
Lucy understood and decided to wait till my treatments and
surgery were complete before she would leave us. A week
after I got home from surgery Lucy let us know it was time
for her to say goodbye.
My dear friend
Leslie Myers put it best in her note to me. "I know how much
you love your ’kids’. But of course we go into our
’contract’ with our four-legged furry ones, full well
knowing that it is only temporary, mostly short term at
best. We do it anyway because they are our greatest friends,
teachers, and unconditional loves. It is all good."
Mom and Dad
one of GRINinc's permanent foster dogs. Please read his
tribute. We encourage our adopters who have lost their
GRINinc goldens to write a tribute about their dog. You
may smile, you may shed tear,s but honoring your dog in a
story will ease the heaviness and pain in your heart and if
you choose to share this story with us we will be happy
to put the story on our GOLDEN FLAME PAGE. Mary Ellen
ARCHER’S JOURNEY…..A TRIBUTE
An older, gray faced scruffy
red Golden Retriever came
into our rescue, Golden
Rescue In Naples, Inc. in
May 2008. He was
“discovered” alone, living
on a lanai ... the house was
people. It appears that
this golden boy had been
left alone for at least a
week. Pool water was the
only nourishment. We gave
this senior boy the name
Archer. Many loving
nicknames were to come in
the times ahead like “Arch
Man”, “Archie-Poo”, and
“Archie”!!! (they were all
On to Archer’s journey…..
Archer was in pretty bad
shape….very thin, weak, and
very, very dirty with
infected ears and skin but
yet that skinny, bald tail
of his could wag! We knew
he was a survivor and he was
going to be just fine.
Enter Archer’s foster “Mom”
Judy W. who immediately gave
him two more baths and
continued to use fragrance
spray in her home just so
she could breathe!! (It
truly was that bad!). Bless
her for taking in this boy
who we knew nothing about
and who would require lots
of TLC and lots of trips to
the veterinarian. Judy was
a busy foster parent. Her
dog, Midnight, welcomed
Archer and the two old men
would enjoy spending time
together. Archer, after
many months of foster care,
became a handsome senior boy
who loved his walks and
loved to play ball in his
yard. Archer continued to
enjoy life, however Archer
had many medical problems so
it was very difficult to
find an appropriate forever
home for him. GRINinc
continued to support his
veterinarian care as a
permanent foster dog
but... finally, we found a
loving home. Archer was on
his way but it was not to
be. After being with his
forever home for a very
short time, Archer suffered
what we surmise was a stroke
and his new family just
could not handle the extra
care that he needed right at
this moment in their lives
so Archer came back into
GRINinc! Enter Bridget and
Norm G. who just happened to
be at the vet when Archer
entered the waiting
room. It only took them
less than 24 hours (and just
a little begging from me!)
to decide they wanted to
foster Archer! Archer had a
great life with them….he had
Nellie, his doggie companion
and foster parents who would
again tend to his every need
which included lots of trips
to our ever supportive
veterinarian, Dr. Stacey
knew Archer and loved our
golden boy…even though he
walked like a “drunken
sailor”. He was a
happy, curious boy who
greeted everyone with a wag
of the tail and a lean
….Archer had to lean against
you….it was his style!
Archer continued to be
his happy self even though
he was was diagnosed with
cancer in early October. No
matter…he loved life and did
NOT give up until he was
ready to leave. Archer left
us on November 24, 2010. We
know he is with all the
other GRIN dogs (and
Midnight!!) that have
arrived at the Bridge before
him and someday we will see
“He certainly won our hearts
and, even at the end, he
knew that he was totally
loved. In retrospect, we
believe he gave us more than
we were able to give him. We
miss him terribly”.
GRINinc would like to thank
Judy Wilson, Norm and
Bridget Greenough, Dr.
Stacey Huber and staff of
Animal Oasis Veterinary
Hospital and ALL the
wonderful people who so
generously sponsored Archer,
including his past forever
home who continued to keep
Archer in her heart.
Archer lived life….one day
at a time…happy and
loved….because of all of
you. He was a very special
golden boy that gave us
unconditional love. We were
blessed to have known our
Archer and experienced his
God Speed Archer.
"Auntie" Mary Ellen
In July of
2009, GRIN Inc was notified by the County Animal
that there had been a homicide which left several Golden
homeless. Their greatest concern was an old female who
was both diabetic and
blind - this was Kasey. As always when there is Golden
in need, GRIN was
ready to assist. We informed Animal Services that we
would assure the
medical needs and care of this wonderful senior as soon
as next of kin would release her.
fit our new mission of a special needs senior dog and
was going to require special long term care. Kasey was
moved to one of our network veterinarian offices where
the staff worked diligently to stabilize her blood sugar
levels and get her healthy enough to be released from
hospitalization. Kasey was practically comatose when she
arrived there. However, over time, with
compassionate care from the clinic staff and vets, she
improved and began to stabilize. GRINinc then knew the
day was coming when we could place her in a foster or
Because of the notoriety around the case, many people
who knew the owner were coming forth to assist the dogs.
But no one felt capable of taking Kasey....until one
family. This family knew the owner and even had dogs
from her litters. They were both medical professionals
with a long history of Golden Retrievers in their lives.
They felt they could help Kasey live out the rest of her
life in contentment and safety and, after meeting with
them, GRIN felt they could too.
and needs are not easy nor are they inexpensive. GRINinc
continues to monitor and assist with Kasey's medical
needs and veterinary costs. Your donations and support
make this possible. We want Kasey to remain in the home
where, being blind, she is familiar with the setting,
she is monitored and regulated for her diabetes and,
most of all, she is loved by her humans and surrounded
by her pack.
went to the Rainbow Bridge on 05/15/10. She lived her last months in peace,
happiness and love. GRINinc will be forever thankful to
the Reintsema family for their dedication, sacrifice and
love shown to our sweet senior golden girl.
Nana (Mary Ellen Metro) lost one of her marvelous Golden
Retrievers, Charlie. Charlie was found by himself swimming
in a lake in Florida. The poor dog was panting, scraped all
along his body, his teeth were horrible, and you could see
his ribs. He was shaking off the bitter cold water all along
his body. You could tell by looking at this poor dog that he
needed help from some source. After searching for his owner
and trying 100% to find this dog’s home finally a conclusion
came. No owner was found. This dog was obviously abandoned.
He was just left somewhere to live. Luckily my Nana saved
his life. So what she did was she took him home and cared
Charlie was not just an ordinary dog. This dog had a
passion. A passion you couldn’t imagine. Swimming. My
grandparents live in a home with a pool and if you can
imagine… HEAVEN FOR CHARLIE! By looking in his eyes and body
he was just dying to jump into the water. All this dog
wanted to do was swim. Nana ordered a life vest for Charlie
to use when he would swim. When he saw the vest he was
confused. He never saw anything like it. Nana would go over
and put it on him. Finally he understood that this vest was
a *signal* that he could go into the water and do what he
loved. SWIM! If Charlie had a choice he would swim all day!
So when you got him in the water, it was very difficult to
get him out! When Grandpa would say “alright Charlie boy,
its time to rinse off and get out of the water. Comon
Charlie! Comon…” Charlie would give Grandpa the eye and
ignore him! He would just continue on swimming all around in
circles. Finally after dragging him out Charlie would put
his head down and go all sad on you because he knew that
water time was up! Charlie had a personality like no other.
I think that all he went through made Charlie have feelings
that no other dog had. He was just a dog you would look at
and a grin would come upon your face. He was a happy dog all
the time! He brought many laughs and smiles. He was just a
special dog. I can’t describe the way he would make me feel
when I would visit and see him.
we found out that Charlie was diagnosed with cancer everyone
kind of knew that his road ahead of him was short. He lived
a year longer than expected. That was such a miracle. I
think without Charlie here it isn’t the same but, I know
that he is happy and looking down at the pool. I miss him so
much and I cry whenever I think about him but I know those
tears are tears of happiness because I know he lived his
life the best after my Nana found him.
I love you Charlie and I always will.
We lost our
beloved golden boy, Jesse, on November 10, 2009. He was such a
loving, sweet and faithful boy. He came to live with us in
July, 2008 with his life-long companion, Haley. While they were
both happy, we knew Haley had cancer, and it was just a matter
of time. We lost little Haley in May, 2009.
Jesse seemed to
adjust to life without Haley. He loved his walks, brushings and
playtime with us. He always did whatever was asked of him. He
became a therapy dog and brought smiles to those he visited even
though his work as a therapy dog was short lived.
As luck would
have it, we received a call from Mary Ellen asking us to foster
a very young Golden. We were just going to keep this dog for
10-14 days. We brought him home and within a day, we knew he
had found his "forever home". We named him Spirit because of
his willingness to survive his young life alone. Jesse quickly
showed him who was boss, and both dogs got along very well. I
like to think Jesse found Spirit for us so we wouldn't be
Jesse had a
very aggressive form of cancer, and it took him quickly. I like
to believe he is now again with Haley enjoying his "forever"
home. Jesse died on November 10th - the day the Marine Corps
celebrates its founding or birthday - their motto "always
faithful". How appropriate for Jesse to leave us on that day as
our "always faithful" golden boy. We love and miss you, Jess.
Dianne and Stan
November 1, 1999 – September 17, 2009
It is with great sorrow that we tell you that Buddy left us last
Thursday. He had been playing and greeting people all day
Wednesday, but when I came home from work he was unable to
I made Buddy comfortable on his bed, and slept on the floor
holding him all that night. On Thursday morning, we took him to
our vet. Initial examination showed problems with the spinal
cord. X-rays showed fusion of the spinal vertebrae.
We had Buddy cremated, and he is now back in his “forever”
home. Buddy was with us almost 4 years. He was happy. He
brought great joy to our lives.
G.R.I.N. #57 is now at rest.
Our little Haley
came into our lives at the end of July 2008. Within a few
weeks, it was apparent that Haley had something wrong. After
several visits to our vet, it was determined Haley had an
obstruction in her intestine, probably cancer; however, without
surgery we would not know for sure.
With the assistance
of the vet, we elected not to put Haley through surgery since
she was 7 years old and recovery would more than likely be hard
on her. We decided to love her, keep her comfortable and do
whatever it would take to keep her free of pain and happy. Our
vet tried to prepare us by telling us she would not get better
and probably Haley would be gone by January 2009. Well, it’s
amazing what care and love can do! Yes, Haley continued to lose
weight because of the cancer and had some significant problems,
which we were able to solve to a degree, but she was the
happiest little girl around. She loved her walks, her rides in
the car, chasing her birds, watching her dolphins in the cove,
hanging out with Jessie, her life-long companion, and, above
all, being with her people.
Everyone, who met
Haley, loved her. She was a very sweet and gentle Golden.
However, little by little, Haley began to weaken and finally
indicated to us it was time. On May 12, 2009, with Jessie, her
people and her loving and caring vet, our little Haley went to
the Rainbow Bridge.
We all miss her but
we are so grateful we had the opportunity to give her 9½ months
of love and care. Thank you GRIN for all you did for all of
us. Thank you Dr. Theiss for your love, compassion and caring.
Stan, Dianne (her
people) and Jessie (her companion)
SAM THE MAN
The Man, first known as Samson, came to us in April 2004. Our
first Golden Retriever, Rocky, had passed away just a month
before, leaving it apparent to all of us that our home was very
empty. Well, that started me on the quest that brought us Sam.
I applied to two Golden rescues, one being our beloved Naples
group. Mary Ellen responded within a day of getting my
application. With having just lost Rocky, the decision would be
difficult, complicated by the grieving process. Wanting to make
certain this was not a “rebound” adoption which would turn sour
quickly, Mary Ellen spent endless hours on the phone talking me
thru what was ahead of us. She then said she “had this dog” -
something I am certain we have all heard! He was in the owner
home, but needed to be moved. It was explained that Sam might
not be available by the time I made my decision and I understood
that. Within a short period of time, I made the trip across to
Naples to meet this “big red boy” who was destined to be my
Ellen drove us to what I believe was the Fort Myers area. Sam
greeted us at the door. The owners said we could take him for a
walk so we could evaluate each other. Sam pulled me all over
the neighborhood. Having walked head-strong dogs before, I was
more or less prepared, but this was a special day in both of our
lives and hanging onto this monster dog was not my focus as much
as was our conversation and the decision if Sam was going home
with me that day.
Sam did make that trip. We loaded Sam into Mary Ellen’s vehicle
right then and there and made the trip back down to Naples. We
stopped at the lake that has become a part of our history, both
Sam’s and mine. After almost pulling me into the lake with the
gators, Sam finally let me sit and sign adoption papers. We
said our good-byes to Mary Ellen at the nearby Borders store,
Sam was loaded into my truck this time, and we headed back. I
stopped part way back to give Sam a “potty break”. He was less
worried about his potty break than he was concerned that he got
back into that truck before it pulled out without him. Having
combined the little we knew of Sam’s history and later
information gathered during communication sessions, Sam had been
on the run a number of times and had many, many homes before
coming to stay with us for the remainder of his life. His
behavior that day makes much more sense to me now. He was NOT
being left behind again if he had anything to do with it. We
finally arrived in Fort Lauderdale, we had intros on the front
lawn with my sons, we tossed the tennis ball (which Sam could
simply not live without), and then Sam got 3 baths before
entering the house. He positively smelled horrible, and
although it took a few more baths after that first day, he would
finally smell like a beautiful Golden should again.
the next years, the stories are numerous, funny, full of good
times, overflowing with love, and then the ultimate sadness that
we all know who have loved a Golden.
recall the time Sam ate a half dozen bagels, the time he ate a
loaf of bread, bag and all. And oh yes, the avocados (pits and
all), the peaches (pits and all), the mangos (pits and all),
whole bananas, the bags of chips, the grocery bag full of candy
(Mary Ellen sternly told me to take him to the emergency vet for
this one). We had bright “sparklies” in Sam’s poop for a good
two weeks from the Hershey Kisses. And of course Mary Ellen
would be amazed every time I would tell her what Sam had most
recently consumed, and in her way, she would ALWAYS ask, “how
did he get hold of that??” Of course, I knew what she REALLY
was saying~!! Sam lived up to his reputation as a “counter
was a Velcro dog, following me EVERYWHERE, from one foot in any
direction in a room to another room in the house, he was my
constant companion. He slept with me every night, and howled
for about 2 minutes after I left for work daily, which I am
certain annoyed the neighbors.
last days were very painful and uniquely joined to Nicky,
another Golden G.R.I.N. boy. I heard a bit of it one time when
in a pet communicator session Sam told me that he had most
respect and sympathy for Nicky because Nick had a horrible
life. Little did I know how true that was, that once Nick left
us, Sam would finally reveal that he was suffering excruciating
pain from cancer of the pelvis. He carried the burden himself
because he did not want to be a distraction from Nick’s last
days in our home. Once Nick was gone, Sam finally let us know
his time to depart was near, much nearer than any of us had ever
Although Sam was a massive Golden, very strong and muscular,
sturdy, and seemingly impervious to any illness, his pelvis,
eaten away by cancer, became very brittle and finally, my Sam
came crumbling down like a rock.
have felt his presence since he crossed over, and I know he is
close by and watching. I wait for his return when he is ready
to join us again.
page contains a few of our favorite Sam pictures. His
personality comes thru by the glimmer in his eye, that devilish
smile, the tilt of his head. To those who knew him for these
past wonderful years, they will look and say, “yep, that’s Sam.”
much as this is meant to be a tribute to Sam, My Man, it is also
meant to show what can be done with a rescue dog, how they fill
the empty spaces in our homes and hearts. Once determined to be
“disposable” by their family or society in general, those of us
involved in rescue do really “get it.”
Sam’s first owner was a young couple who could not afford his
allergy problems. Try as they did, he lost all of his hair, and
they became more frustrated by his condition. Eventually, he
found another home where he was tied out back and left to
weather heat and thunderstorms alone. He ran away one night in
a lightening display and finally found his way home a few months
later. The family had moved. The time between then and when
Sam came to G.R.I.N.inc. is sketchy. He was found at a local
garbage dump by a couple who gave him to the owners who gave him
to G.R.I.N.inc. As had happened many times in this boy’s life,
he found himself in a home where he was no longer welcome.
those of you who often find themselves wondering if they can
keep going, keep facing the heartbreaking stories and situations
in which we find these most lovely of God’s creations, just know
that we must, and Sam The Man is one of the many reasons why.
closing, this is a tribute to all G.R.I.N.inc. volunteers who,
with their hard work and determination, repeat these stories
every day. Thank you all.
My Sweet, Gentle Bear Bear,
I am not quite sure where to begin to tell the story of Bear Bear, a GRIN
dog whom most know as Curry Bear. As I write this story,
he is watching me from Rainbow Bridge and giving me the
strength to be able to write.
Bear brought smiles and enrichment to the lives of everyone
who had the pleasure of knowing him, especially me. Curry
Bear came to stay in my home until he was going to be
adopted out. Well, he had a way about him that he would
actually smile at you. He smiled only a couple of times and
we knew that he was meant to be our dog! From day one in
our home, Curry Bear was accepted with open arms from us and
paws from Maggie and Lacey… it was like he had always been
was the happiest, most gentle, lovable creature I have ever
met. His tail never stopped wagging and he never stopped
smiling. Oh how I miss my mornings with him…as I would put
my make-up on at the coffee table, he would come and sit
with his head on my lap just staring up at me with his big,
beautiful, brown eyes. It was his way of saying "I love
you, Mom." Every time he would look at me like that I would
tell him that I loved him too. His walks and rides in the
car were his favorite things to do. Even though his hips
and knees were in terrible shape, he would push himself to
walk and walk always wagging his tail. When he couldn't
walk as far as he once could, we got him a stroller. He
I would like to end this story by thanking my Bear Bear, my sweet boy for
the things he taught me. Thank you, my sweet boy, for
teaching me to look for the good in everyone and every
situation because that is what you did; for laughing and
smiling every day because that is what you did; to enjoy
each day we had together because you did; to be thankful for
the many blessing we have each day because you did; to
always say "I love you" everyday and that is what we did
As much as I miss you and wish you were still with me, I
know that you are in the best place you could ever be with
our wonderful God and all of the other GRIN dogs that have
left us over the years. You are and always will be in my
heart. I do feel your gentle spirit around me every day and
I thank you for being there
Not for the last time, but for eternity….I love you Bear Bear.
A TRIBUTE TO MY
recently lost our 14 year old rescued Golden Retriever. All
our goldens are special but I would like to tell you why Morgan
was so very special. If you believe that just ONE golden can
dramatically change your life please take a few minutes to read
Morgan's story. Morgan was our first rescued golden. I never
even knew that rescues existed but a friend of mine told me
about a great organization in Ohio so I applied. After one week
I got a call about a dog a little older than what I wanted (
sound familiar?!!) but we decided to go see him. I wasn't sure
I was ready for another dog after losing my beloved Flat Coat,
Merlin. We saw Morgan and immediately knew he should come home
with us. Morgan came from a family that mistreated and severely
neglected him. They took his Golden Retriever spirit away and
taught him to mistrust....hence when we adopted him he was
extremely aloof, mistrusting and very depressed. It took my
husband and I over 6 months to win his trust...he began to show
only a small amount of that neediness that all of us love about
the breed but still no kisses, no following to the bathroom, no
head on the lap but at least some tail wags and carrying of
toys. That was a start and he continued to get better
everyday. Over the 91/2 years that we had him, Morgan became a
loyal, loving dog but even to his last day he would not go
through a door first and he did have some separation
anxiety.. During the first 6 months of his life with us I was
consumed by my goal to make him a "normal" Golden Retriever...my
life became Morgan and my life became filled with rescue. I
thought that if I could put this much time and effort into
helping one dog there must be others out there that need just as
much as if not more help...so began my interest in the breed and
rescue. It was because of Morgan ..and my love for him that I
continue to have goldens and rescue in my life. My life is
empty now without my Morgan ..he was my foundation but my goals
for rescue have not changed...we need to help all the goldens
that we can for as long as we can....it is a necessity .
"We need to honor
that emptiness as a marker to the soul that resides within" Sue
Morgan will always
have a very special place in my heart..
Mary Ellen M
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