Just a few years ago, I lost my greatest friends: My two golden retreivers Chelsie and Morgan. Chelsie was a light gold with deep brown eyes- she was very petite and- get this- didn't like water. She didn't like fetching, either. She only growled at me once, and that was because I tried to take her chewbone away. She got lymphoma, and while she was already deaf, we still loved her. Her face swelled up like a balloon. One weekend she was perfectly fine, the next she crawled under our deck and died.
This affected Morgan, our other golden, severly. They'd been together since they were very, very young. She was more red than gold, and she liked water and fetching. There were often debates about who was smarter, because Chelsie used to do all the tricks you wanted her too, while Morgan did two- sit and shake. You looked into those dumb, innocent eyes and you felt so sorry you gave her the treat.
Who is the smarter one?
Chelsie used to come and push her head under your arm or hand till you pet her, and if you stopped she kept doing that. When she died I was just destraught.
Morgan was so depressed after Chelsie died, her arthritis got worse, she lost her eyesight and her kidneys failed. We decided since we waited too long with Chelsie, we put Morgie down. I will forever miss my two little girls. This is dedicated to them.
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