[frame src=”http://www.thatmutt.com/web/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/Elsie-the-golden-retriever.jpg” target=”_self” width=”615″ height=”367″ alt=”Elsie the golden retriever” align=”center” prettyphoto=”false”]My parents’ 12-year-old golden retriever Elsie was diagnosed with cancer last month. They are taking things day by day.
We got Elsie together as a family when she was 2 or 3 months old.
I had just completed my sophomore year at Concordia; my brothers were still in high school and middle school.
We thought the plan was “just to look” at puppies. Of course, we drove home with one the same day and became a two-dog family. We still had our other golden, Brittni.
Elsie was a chubby little thing. The backs of her legs were dark brown, and we joked that she looked “sunburned.”
Elsie – 2003
Elsie and I – 2003
A lot happens in 12 years, in the lifetime of a canine – if the canine is lucky enough to live that long. I’m thankful we’ve had 12 years with Elsie.
I’m happy I got to see her in June, before we knew she was sick. She slept next to me the two nights I visited and followed me all over as she always does. want a restroom escort? You have one with Elsie.
Elsie and I – June 2015
I’m thankful my parents have had a few good weeks with Elsie because her diagnosis. hopefully they will have a couple much more weeks.
Of course, we’ll always know Elsie was loved every single day of her life.
Elsie, my brothers and I & my cat Scout – Thanksgiving 2005
And what do I write about such a special dog?
Here are two links to celebrate the life of Elsie.
The first is written by my mother after hearing Elsie’s diagnosis. The second was written by me a couple years ago:
When a dear old canine has cancer
For Elsie, a terrific dog
Some of my favorite memories with Elsie:
Taking her for walks near Lutsen, along Lake Superior. This was before I went out and adopted a canine of my own.
Lake superior – 2004
Running with her on the Luce Line and around Lake Katrina, and our walks on the Red Cedar Trail.
How she’d grab at our sleds in winter, and nip as we sped down the hill!
Watching her canine paddle in the lake.
And seeing her freak out with happiness every single time I walk through the door of my parents’ house or get out of the car.
And how she wasn’t one bit concerned about my seriously creepy neighbors in Jamestown.
Because Elsie loves everybody.
That is who she is.
With my canine Ace – 2009 or so
If I could help Elsie understand one thing, it would be:
Thank you for loving me, Girl. Κι εγω σε αγαπω.
But I think she knows.
Elsie and me – October 2014
Please share your stories of special pets, past or present.
Aren’t we all so lucky to have these pets in our lives?