She was sweet and smart and had so much personality it was unbelievable. She was the runt of her family, very small for a Golden retriever but she could bend and twist like a cat and never seemed phased by anything. We would joke when she was a puppy that she was indestructible.
Most Goldens only live until eight or nine but she blew past that with ease and energy. All the way to turning 17 this past November. She was slower, didn’t play much but she she could walk and see (not great but still) and hear (although we suspect that was starting to go too) and to the very end was always charming and fun. Last Friday she seemed lethargic but not ill. She crawled over and laid at our feet and let out a deep sigh and she passed, peacefully. I hated that it happened but I was glad she wasn’t alone when it did.
She was a big part of my life and I loved her and I miss her. I just wanted to share this with others because she deserved that.