![]() Goldens are known for their gentleness, their soft mouths. This dog hadn’t been tested with cats, but it was a Golden mix, so we weren’t too worried. Finally my husband picked out one that he loved the look of. I kept checking the website with available Goldens. The perfect dog had already been adopted by someone else.Īfter that, I gradually decided that I did, after all, want that Golden now. After talking with my sister, who was eager to have me get a dog and not let her illness interfere with my happiness (that’s my sister for you), I called back. Unfortunately, the message was nearly two weeks old: my phone doesn’t work in England because it costs too much. It was from the Golden Retriever rescue, asking if we were interested in the perfect dog: she’d been raised with cats (we have two), was a purebred, only two years old, loved dogs and people. ![]() Finally, after a few days back in the States, I noticed that I had a message on my phone. When I got back, I was concerned with her-we went to see another specialist in Chicago, talked to different doctors, worried about meds, alternative treatments, etc. My sister started chemo while I was in England, and it was difficult not to be with her, but she insisted I stick with my vacation. So we notified the Golden Retriever rescue that we were putting our adoption on hold, and would get back to them when we were ready. ![]() And my husband and I were going to England to see his family for three weeks. I didn’t want to be wrangling two dogs into the car and driving up there, then spending a week or so at a time in a small-ish house with six dogs (my sister has four). I knew I’d want to spend a lot of time in Illinois with my sister, a six hour drive away. We still had one dog-a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel that I had inherited when my mother died. My husband and I applied, had the telephone interview, the home visit, and were approved for a Golden when the right one came along.Īnd then my sister was diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer. So I found what I thought was the perfect solution: a local Golden Retriever rescue. They’re just fun-loving, goofy, cuddly dogs. They don’t focus so intently on their owners that other people don’t exist, like German Shepherds they don’t herd like collies and sheepdogs they don’t bark a lot like many small dog breeds (including Cocker Spaniels) they aren’t protectors or particularly prey-oriented like terriers they’re not intellectuals like Standard Poodles or Border Collies. But mostly, I loved their personalities-eternally puppyish, sweet and people-oriented, playful and gentle. Their size and shape, yes-healthy and big enough not to be stepped on, but not giant like my sister’s Great Pyrenees or the gorgeous but goofy Great Danes. ![]() I love the longer-haired breeds and their softness. Their look-sure, that was part of it, I suppose. I gravitated towards them at the dog park, where they were the rare adults dogs who stopped to be petted. It was longer than I’d thought, because I’d also ended up with a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel that I inherited when my mother died.īut I still loved Golden Retrievers. Eventually, I knew that I wanted to rescue a dog when the time next came. Somewhere over the course of my spaniels’ 15+ year lives, the issue of rescue dogs came onto my radar. Savvy, the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, in her senior years
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