Just wanted to write a tribute to my best friend whom I lost last week, it was one of the most painful experiences I have ever been through. I have no children, my puppy was my child. I got him from a golden retriever rescue organization when he was 2. He was recovering from a car accident, still a bit skiddish, but he chose me to take him home (the foster mom said that he never responded to anyone like he did me).
He was always happy to see me, greet me with a toy in his mouth, he never judged me, never cared whether I was "bad association", he was always there when I needed to smile and remembe that I was not alone in the world. He was there for me when my husband left, when I left the organization, when my dad died, he was my rock and angel.
I encourage anyone to give rescued dogs a chance ( I want to again after I heal from this)!
Love you all
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