|Posted by Webmaster on March 26, 2010 at 3:54 PM|
She was my very first baby. Weighing just three pounds at six weeks old, Chloe entered our home and changed everything forever. The day we got her from the breeder was, for my husband and me, like the best Christmas ever. From the first day, that sweet golden retriever took naps on our laps, nipped at our shoelaces, and brought joy to us every minute.
These days Chloe is 12 years old and doesn't move as quickly as she used to. Gone are her ball-chasing days, but her puppy spirit is still there. She'll bark to let me know the UPS truck has just pulled up, and she'll bark as the kids leave for school--as if to say "good-bye and come back soon!"
At ages 11 and 5, Lizzie and Alex have never know life without Chloe, and frankly, I have a hard time remembering my days before she arrived. Now, she follows me from room to room, watching me with those big brown eyes. When I settle in at the computer, she settles on the floor at my feet. And during a thunderstorm, she'll attempt to crawl around my legs and under my desk.
What will it be like when she's gone? I hate to even think about it. So, for now, I'll take every chance to sit on the floor an drub her belly or just hang out with her in the front yard. That big ball of fur brings a smile to my face every time I see her. And what could be better than that?