My 13-year-old Golden, Grace, passed away this afternoon. I rescued her from the Humane Society when she was 6 weeks old. She was the most even-tempered and loving dog that anyone could want. When she was younger, I could play fetch with her until my arm was ready to fall off, and her tongue looked like a wide tie from the 60’s. She loved people, and would want every visitor to play with her. She would wag so hard that it looked like the tail wagging the dog.
Here she is the day we got her.
And here she is, a few weeks ago.
She will be missed.