One of the worst occupational hazards of being a dog-sitter is losing clients and it is with a heavy heart that I must share that dear, sweet Goldie has passed away.
|She was pretty, loyal, playful, and kind.|
|All smiles in better days.|
It still doesn't make it easy to have to say goodbye, though.
|I did not know that this picture I took of Goldie wading around with me in the lake would be the last photograph I'd ever take of her.|
I only looked after Goldie for two years before her passing, but I came to love her fully during that too-brief time and have so many wonderful memories of her. She was playful, joyful, loyal, quiet, and kind. Her favorite things included playing with her favorite rope-and-ball toys...
|This is my very favorite photograph of Goldie!|
|She had so much fun with these toys.|
|They were great for tossing, tugging, chewing, fetching, and rolling on both inside and outside the house.|
...rolling in the grass...
|I'm sure there is no other dog in the world who got as much joy from rolling around in the grass!|
|She'd wriggle and roll and pedal her legs as if riding a bicycle.|
|Goldie would roll in wet grass until she was absolutely sopping.|
|Doesn't she look happy?|
...wading in the lake...
|Summer or winter, rain or shine, Goldie was always ready to get in the lake.|
|On a warm summer day, you might as well just take a load off in the water!|
...playing with her best doggie friend...
|Goldie and her friend and neighbor, Sable, would play together for hours at a time.|
|Mostly they chased one another, but they did a bit of wrestling, too!|
|The lake often figured in their games.|
...and being brushed and petted.
I will fondly remember teaching her how to walk on a leash after living as a free-roaming country dog for most of her life...
|With the help of a head halter, Goldie quickly learned to walk on a leash without pulling.|
...taking her to the dog park...
|She was the perfect kind of dog to take to the dog park.|
...watching her play with her best doggie friend...
|As much fun as she had at dog parks, nothing compared to playing on her own property with Sable when her family moved to the house on the lake!|
|Their game was simple: Sable would give Goldie a mock-bite on the neck and Goldie would chase her in mock-fury.|
|It was an arrangement agreeable to both. Goldie and Sable often took a break from their game to say hello to me on the dock before running off to play some more.|
...how astonishingly quiet she was (I could take care of her for weeks at a time and never hear a single peep out of her!), how well-mannered, and the sweet way she once very politely requested reassurance during a thunderstorm...
|Inside the house, Goldie was calm, quiet, and polite. She had wonderful manners.|
|A dog needs a break now and then from all that rolling and romping!|
...those funny flyaway wisps of fur that rose from her ears...
|The fur on Goldie's ears and head was very silky and fine and prone to standing on end.|
|These flyaway wisps gave her a perpetually disheveled (and slightly goofy) look.|
|The effect was quite charming.|
...the way she carried her tail straight up when she was excited...
|TAIL UP! Goldie's tail points to the sky!|
...our twice-daily strolls down to the lake...
|Sometimes, due to her canine obligations, Goldie would have break off to do some errands as we made our way down to the dock, but she always joined me eventually!|
|We had a routine: every morning, as soon as I got up, we'd go down to the lake together to see what there was to see.|
|Every evening, as the sun approached the horizon, we'd make our way down to the dock again to watch the night come.|
|Goldie and I both loved those strolls to the lake.|
...and her expressive face, so often lit with a smile.
|Goldie found many things to be happy about. It was in her nature to be pleased by the world.|
|She was seldom without a smile.|
|Such a good girl!|
It is something of an obsession of mine, when petting an animal, to work out any mats or tangles I find and because Goldie was a long-haired dog who went in the water daily, there was always plenty of fur to work through and unbind!
Farewell, dear girl. I'll miss you forever.