On June 16, 1992, my sister, my Mom and I picked up my second heart dog, Rosie. She was 7 weeks old and came from a litter of 12, one had died before birth. The whole way home, she wouldn’t sit still, she had to keep looking through the car windows. She never did learn to behave in the car.
When my dad came home from work that night, she ran to him. She was bonded to my parents and I, but at our summer house, she would have to be outside with my dad.
When she was two months old, I introduced her to bubbles. She looked so cute chasing after them. Every summer, I’d bring out the bubbles. She loved them all her life and played with them until her 10th summer. She unfortunately couldn’t chase after them, she had developed a limp and could hardly walk. We thought that she hurt her paw somehow. The vet near my summer house, thought it was arthritis. So she was given medication for it. It didn’t stop her from being outside. My dad would carry her out of the house and she’d lay on the grass in the sun for hours.
She like all goldens loved to be with people, so when we’d go swimming in the pool, we’d let her be with us. Whenever I’d swim, I made splashing noises, so she would come running to me, thinking I was in trouble. She tried to get down the steps, but the last two were too far away for her. She did however swim in the ocean. She started out late at 7 years old. She was afraid of the waves, moving in and out. My dad carried her in and from then on she was fine.
She loved to cuddle with my Mom on the couch or on my parent’s bed. Sometimes she would sleep with me on my bed. Mostly, she’d sleep on the floor of my bedroom or her bed. She had a lot of toys and was very spoiled with love and affection. She had a bunch of children on my street who loved her and several doggie friends. She was a very smart dog, she seemed to understand what you were saying and knew how to tell me what she wanted.
On September 10, my dad gave me the news that Rosie had spinal cord cancer. There was nothing that we could do, but to make her last days as comfortable as we could. My dad put her in my room on her bed at night.
On September 12, 2002, Rosie was put to sleep. We took a lot of pictures of her the day before and before the vet came to my house. My parents and I were with her. I put her adult collar on my stuffed golden, Rosie. It’s with my first heart dog’s two collars. My house feels empty without her and there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think about her. She was stubborn, sweet, smart and my second heart dog. I will never forget her. Thank you for the great 10 years, I wish there had been more Rosie. I won’t forget you, I love you.
Alyways and forever.
| Rosie |
| 12, Sep 2002 |
| Cindi Dean |