Hello, I'm Goldie |
One day, Mom saw an ad in the local paper for a senior
Golden in need of a new home. She showed the ad to Dad (How do you like
that for a rhyme?)
They couldn't believe their eyes...Why would anyone want to give up an
old Golden they wondered, and called the number to find out why. Certainly
there must be a good reason. Perhaps my owner died, perhaps this,
perhaps that. They never did find out why I was looking for a new home,
and the people who rescued me didn't even know themselves. It is sad
really, how many loving Goldens like myself find themselves looking for
a new family They decided to meet with me, even though they really wanted a puppy. It was love at first sight for all of us. I knew the minute I saw them that they would be the family for me, so I told Kathy of the Golden Retriever Rescue club that they would be fine, and to draw up the papers. I explained to Kathy, that older dogs are much better for very young children, and she explained this to my new family. They weren't too sure at first, but I told Kathy all the right things to say, and they understood that this was best for all of us. We weren't home for five minutes when Bryan and Allison, both just toddlers, decided to run across the room and jump on me. BA-Boom they yelled, as they landed straight across my middle. Mom and Dad flew across the room to pull the kids off and see if I was ok, but before they could get there, I just smiled and turned to the kids panting. I told Mom and Dad not to worry, they were my kids now, and I would take really good care of them.
I stayed with my new family until September 24th, 2000, when I decided it was time for them to move on. I could tell that the seizures I had developed lately scared them, and they thought I was hurting myself. It was a tough decision for all of us, but now my soul had a new mission. Two puppies really needed help, and it was my job to make sure they found my family. |
I took the kids everywhere with me, and even talked
Mom and Dad into getting a motor home so we could travel together. We
went
to Disney World
every year and stayed in the nicest campsites. The sites were so great,
I chose to stay behind, while the rest of the family went into the park.
One day I decided to play a joke on the family when they tried to get
me to keep a tree from running away. Just as they connected my leash
to the tree, I ran as fast as I could and jumped in a lake for a swim.
It was so fun, but they got really scared, so I came back. The motor
home finally smelled the way a motor home should smell...the fine aroma
of
dirty lake. Nothing like it:)