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t seems like
all of my life I had wanted a Golden Retriever. After I lost my first Cocker,
Sophie (age 17 1/2), I decided it was time. My husband and I decided that we
would get a Golden the same day that Tiki was born, so I knew that was a good
sign! We had second choice for her litter. The day we went to pick her out, I was sitting on the floor watching a couple of her littermates play. All of a sudden I looked down and this sweet little puppy had fallen asleep on my leg! It was then I knew that the process wasn't about me picking her out but about her picking me out. After her diagnosis, I knew why - she knew that I would take care of her when she needed it most. She and I had this amazing bond and I loved every moment of her puppy hood & life. She was a great puppy, a wonderful dog, and she put a smile on my face every single day. I loved how she approached every day. It was always a new start. I'd wake up to either her tail wagging or the sound of her squeak when she'd yawn. I miss that sound. With her by my side (and some help with weight watchers), I walked away 100 lbs. I can't tell you the number of hours she and I must have walked. And she was a willing partner!! She loved going out to check her "pee-mails". :) When we got her, I had a pond with water lilies in it. It was beautiful. It soon turned into "Tiki's Swimming Hole" and she *loved* to be in it whenever we'd let her. She was determined to catch those fish! She loved to hold my hand. And when she got scared (thunder, wind, any loud noises), she would always come running to me. And she loved it when I would give her kisses on her nose & cheeks. She would lean into me for more. And don't even get me started on her tennis balls! That dog would play with her tennis balls until you were exhausted. She'd push them under furniture, gather them up into piles and then run around to the kitchen so you'd throw them for her. When I would get from work (although she'd also come with me to work), she would lie on the bed soaking up the loving. She could tell when I was ready to go downstairs, and then the game was on! She'd get all wound up and we'd play. In the end, I had to make good on my promise to do the best I could for her and I had to tell her goodbye. |
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