Golden Boy

Chow face, with a purple tongue
Part yellow dog (like me!)
He connected with my soul
Now his is running free.
He saw me through a lot of grief
And gave me years of joy.
I loved that dog beyond belief.
I miss my Golden Boy.


What a great dog! His name was Ansel.

My friend and animal advocate extraordinaire, Janet, found him at her school. She'd taken in so many strays that the principal had warned her to stop. So she stuck the little golden blob in her truck and called me with an SOS.

I'd only have to keep the dog until she found a good home for it. Uh-huh.

When I peeked in her truck window, there he was in the passenger seat. Calm as could be at about three months old. Just watching. Very self-possessed. Cute, but nothing real special about him. Or so I thought.

In fact, that was all she wrote. He'd found his home. I have many memories of Ansel and me, which will most likely leak out in later blogs. He only lived 10 years, and he died in 2008 on this date. So did part of my heart.