This little beauty died last night after nearly 12 years. A bastard child of a great dane and golden retriever, she was born to show dog breeders who had no use for a mutt but wanted her to go for a loving home. I was 9 at the time, my parents told my brother and I that we were just going to look, but she melted our hearts and we took her home. She was diagnosed with cancer a few years back, but she had always been happy and energetic in spite of that. She had the aloof nature of a great dane, but that quickly subsided to her playful, clingy golden side when you played with her. Every day when you came home, you could look forward to being greeted by the ridiculously fast whip of a tail giving you charlie horses along with the cheesiest friendly smile you could imagine. Eventually the cancer began to spread. Tumors popped up everywhere, one of her eyes was blinded, but she didn't let it get to her. Finally after a 3 month decline, she was just too weak to continue. She was put down last night. I'll never see her smile again. I'll never have her curl up in my lap like a small dog bask in the glow of attention. I'll never again be with the dog with whom I literally grew up. Share your stories, share your emotions, give your dog an epitaph, call me a fag, I don't care. Do whatever you want in this thread. I just needed to let it out.