I had to say goodbye to the most loyal dog I have ever owned today! My girl "Ruby's number 19 foxy Roxy" (Roxy) passed on today. I know golden's are loyal, needy, trusting, pets but she was the exception. Wherever I was in the house, she followed me. If I got up from the table after dinner and walked to the couch, she followed. If I got up from the couch to sit in a chair she followed and laid down next to me. When I had the urge to use the bathroom, she followed and laid down at the entrance to the bathroom and waited for me. I will never forget her first retrieve on a wild pheasant. She had run into a barb-wire fence and cut her head just above the eye. On the way back to the truck my older golden, her mother flushed a rooster it flew towards me and I shot it. Roxy, who was about 6 months old at the time, saw the bird fall and beat her mother to the retrieve. I will never forget the picture I have in my mind of this 6 month old pup, with blood running down her face from the cut above her eye, delivering that rooster to me just as proud as can be. I knew then that I had a dog! One year while guiding and shooting lots of wild birds when they were plentiful I kept track of the number of birds shot over my two golden's, Roxy and her mother Ruby and the total count that fall was 1,048 birds! She was a machine who produced lots of beautiful puppies for families and never missed an opportunity to make a retrieve. Her last hurrah was the end of January this year. I spoke at a wild game feed and they asked me to bring her to the event and do some retrieving work for the crowd. In a gymnasium full of people I was able to throw dummies and send her through the crowd and she delivered to hand every time. The next day I spoke at a church on Sunday morning and Roxy got to go to church that day! She was on stage with me, did some retrieving for the crowd and was the perfect lady all morning long. I sure will miss that girl. Here is a picture of her in the latest retriever journal.