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[seiberwing]

I found out today that my golden retriever Britney has cancer, a real bad kind. She's about fourteen, which is in the upper nineties for a dog according to my mom, and we've had her about eight years. I can say with authority that she's lived a good life. *reminisces about the time she attacked a skunk, got sprayed along with me, and brought half of its corpse into the house*

We're going to put her down on Monday, so there's the weekend to give her cuddles and such.

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[seiberwing.livejournal.com]

Heh. I only found out an hour ago. Thanks for your concern, though.

[newagelink.livejournal.com]

It's always painful when you have to do that... I woke up Wed or Thurs morning to barking that reminded me of Belle (big white Great Pyranese.)

We got her when I was six months old; she'd been a member of the family as far as I can remember. We had to put her down opening night of "Wizard of Oz" in the 8th grade; I had to say goodbye to her and then go to RMS and act the part of the Wizard, knowing I would never see her again. I think I cried backstage; I can't quite remember.

At least there are the good memories.

[seiberwing.livejournal.com]

Aw, I'm sorry, Dan. *hugs*

[newagelink.livejournal.com]

*hugs* Sorry, I didn't mean to ask for sympathy; just tryin' to say that i share your pain :P

i know a family that's on their third golden retriever, btw. (erm, maybe just their third dog, but i think they've always wanted golden retrievers.) they have the tradition of naming each one "Bob Barker". always has struck me as odd; kind of deindividualizes the animal...

... anyway back to the point: golden retrievers rock, sorry yours has passed on :(

[seiberwing.livejournal.com]

Bob Barker was clever the first time, but three of them is odd.

Goldens are love. They're like big happy piles of fur.

[ropemaker.livejournal.com]

You did. I sat with you.