My parents had to do one of the hardest things a human can do today - they had to say goodbye to one of their golden retrievers. Chase passed away this morning after a few months battling lymphoma. He went peacefully from what I was told, with my parents by his side.
My parents got him from a breeder who was involved with dog shows. She showed Chase a few times, but he was not winning shows, so she unfortunately had to part ways with him. My parents got lucky and got in contact with her, and it evolved into my parents getting Chase a few months after the death of their previous golden, Ripken.
Chase was about as mellow as could be. I really can't recall a time he snarled, got angry, bit, etc anybody except his goofy brother, Tripper. He had a gentle heart and was willing to do anything to make you smile.
The last time we got to see Chase was this past Monday. He was in good spirits and spent time playing with my 3 year old daughter. I can happily say the last memory I have of Chase is my daughter handing him a dog bone to eat as we walked out the door.
I think to all the times he and I went on walks, played fetch, went to the dog park, went to my family's cabin in upstate New York (which was by far his favorite place on Earth), or just did things to make us laugh and smile.
I sometimes wonder why we get so attached to animals. I can only think of one thing: unconditional love. A dog will usually sit there on the worst day of your life and just be there for you. In their mind, they could care less what you have to say or want. They just want to make you smile and long for your attention. There were many days when Chase and I had one-sided conversations about nothing. He never got bored or told me to be quiet. He was always there to comfort when needed.
Chase was a friend, a family member who will be missed by many. I know that he will be waiting for us when we cross to the other side, anxiously waiting for his family to play and run with him.
Farewell, my "brother". You will be missed more than you can imagine.
My parents got him from a breeder who was involved with dog shows. She showed Chase a few times, but he was not winning shows, so she unfortunately had to part ways with him. My parents got lucky and got in contact with her, and it evolved into my parents getting Chase a few months after the death of their previous golden, Ripken.
Chase was about as mellow as could be. I really can't recall a time he snarled, got angry, bit, etc anybody except his goofy brother, Tripper. He had a gentle heart and was willing to do anything to make you smile.
The last time we got to see Chase was this past Monday. He was in good spirits and spent time playing with my 3 year old daughter. I can happily say the last memory I have of Chase is my daughter handing him a dog bone to eat as we walked out the door.
I think to all the times he and I went on walks, played fetch, went to the dog park, went to my family's cabin in upstate New York (which was by far his favorite place on Earth), or just did things to make us laugh and smile.
I sometimes wonder why we get so attached to animals. I can only think of one thing: unconditional love. A dog will usually sit there on the worst day of your life and just be there for you. In their mind, they could care less what you have to say or want. They just want to make you smile and long for your attention. There were many days when Chase and I had one-sided conversations about nothing. He never got bored or told me to be quiet. He was always there to comfort when needed.
Chase was a friend, a family member who will be missed by many. I know that he will be waiting for us when we cross to the other side, anxiously waiting for his family to play and run with him.
Farewell, my "brother". You will be missed more than you can imagine.
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