My warm goldita. Mi mamas goldas. I am going to miss you so much. The fact that your usual scent was of warm milk and oatmeal, oh man I am going to miss that smell so much. And your warm kisses whenever you felt like showing affection. Your breathing on my leg when you wanted a snack from the table. There are so many anecdotes and memories to fit into just this one blog.
Like that time you got your head stuck in a bag of charcoal, or when you always tried to take my towel off my head after I showered. You would be on top of the bed waiting for me to exit the bathroom and your tail would start going crazy. I'm going to miss that sound. The way you would bark incessantly at any worker that went to the house. You even went on a little adventure with Duncan and went missing for a few hours a few years ago in July. You wanted to go live with the cows. So many memories.
You meant a lot to me. We did everything to give you a dignified life although we knew it was just a matter of time. The extra time you gave us was beautiful, with some ups and some downs but more ups than downs; and I believe we did good by you in these last 9 months when it came to quality of life after we found out you had cancer. You showed us you were happy, you were so loving, energetic and passionate about taking on the role of alpha after Rory left us. I have no regrets. If I knew 9 months ago that that day would be the last day, I would not change a thing. Every sacrifice, every dollar spent, every hour spent with you was worth it and I am sure in your own way you enjoyed the time you had left with the people that you loved and that includes Duncan and Amelia. I think they are still in shock. They seem a little lost without you. We all do.
We are all born to die, it is what we do in between that matters. I will remember the good times you gave us and I will smile when I think about you. RIP my sweet goldita. I will never forget you and will miss you forever.
