Our Golden Retriever Monty turned 8 today!
It was a gorgeous Thanksgiving day, although I admit to spending most of it napping in the sun in a turkey coma. Late this afternoon we took Monty for a birthday swim!
I remember when Winger and Surf, my last golden retrievers (Monty’s aunt & uncle), hit 8 and I was so worried about their longevity and when they would start their downward climb into their senior years. I was always thinking of the inevitable and when it was going to happen.
I’m so much more laid back this time. I know the gut retching, heart breaking pain of losing a dog, so now I just take it more for what it is. He’s here, he’s happy, he’s healthy, and although he sheds too much, we’re having a good time. And as a bonus, for a puppy that never ever wanted to cuddle, now that he’s 8, he’ll finally cuddle! Although that does mean a few evenings spend on the couch. Shhhh… don’t tell.
Monty is so tired tonight, he had a tough time getting through his birthday rawhide treat tonight 🙂 Soon he’ll be dreaming and ruff ruffing in his sleep. I love hearing doggie dreams!