Once upon a time, long, long ago when I was 19 years old living in Las Vegas struggling to make it on my own, a little puppy came into my life and made it all better. My neighbor at the time was a maintenance worker for another apartment complex when he discovered two puppies in an abandoned apartment. He already had a dog and couldn't keep them. He found a home for one puppy and was going to take the other one to the pound. He knocked on my door and asked me one last time, "are you sure you don't want a free puppy?" I had said no numerous times, but once I saw the little brown fluff ball, I couldn't resist. I named her Pookie after Garfield the cat's teddy bear. I thought she was a mutt, probably a Golden Retriever and Springer/Brittany Spaniel mix. It wasn't until she was 7 years old that I discovered she was a pure breed Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever. We experienced a lot together these past 14 1/2 years. But unfortunately, the time came for me to say goodbye to my dear Pookie. I couldn't stand to watch her suffer of old age anymore and put her down last week. I find comfort in knowing that she is in heaven with her good friend Zoey the Boxer (my friend Michele recently lost her dog too).
We enjoyed many adventures together, including hiking & camping.
Pookie playing at the dog park with her friends Zoey and Dottie
Pookie and her stepsister Roxy got along great
My two babies horsing around together
Our last family photo with all 5 of us
On our way to the vet's office, we stopped by the park for one last stroll. We love you Pookie and we're going to miss you very much!
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