I had my Golden for only 4 years before he
died of cancer. Way to young... but the
wonderful memories he left with me are a
treasure. He had a favorite ball and I'd throw it
down the pasture and into the creek. He would charge
down and into the creek,nose down looking for that
ball, and happily running up the hill to me wet head
and all, proud as he could be. He would drop the ball
and wait for me to throw it again never tiring of the game.
The ball remains in the creek to this day and when
I walk down and see it I smile just thinking of my dear pal.