Fenway 10/17/95 to 4/9/06


Golden Retriever
Picture of Fenway 10/17/95 to 4/9/06, a male Golden Retriever

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Sex: Male   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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   Leave a bone for Fenway 10/17/95 to 4/9/06

Nicknames:
Fennie, Fen, Mama's Boy, Diggie (hot digity dog), Shwahzie, Putz

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Quick Bio:
-purebred

Likes:
Skirlies

Pet-Peeves:
Bright lights at 5am, high pitched sounds, not getting fed at the table with the rest of us

Favorite Toy:
The one I bring home

Favorite Food:
Whatever is in his plate!

Favorite Walk:
Around our circle

Best Tricks:
Roll over, "Tell Me" (speak), High five

Bio:
I was born when my parents were on their honeymoon! They joke all the time and say I am their *Honeymoon Baby*. They are weird!

The Groups I'm In:
Dogs with Cancer, Febreze® Pet Odor Eliminator™

I've Been On Dogster Since:
October 20th 2004 More than 5 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
81490

Meet my family


Ferris

Cameron

Meet my Pup Pals
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Riggs (Aug.
2002 - June
2006)

Bubbles

Dawber

fenway

'Maggy'

Maggie

Molly at the
Rainbow Bridge

Skip (1992
?-2005)

Angel Shane
(1990 - 2006)

Jasmine

Calvin
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Golden Dreams


Goodbye to My Best Friend


April 14th 2006 2:28 am
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We are thinking now of a dog, whose coat was flame in the sunshine and who, so far as we are aware, never entertained a mean or an unworthy thought.

….If a dog be well remembered, if sometimes he leaps through your dreams actual as in life, eyes kindling, laughing, begging, it matters not at all where the dog sleeps. On a hill where the wind is unrebuked and the trees roaring, or beside a stream he knew in puppyhood, or somewhere in the flatness of a pastureland where most exhilarating cattle graze. It is all one to the dog, and all one to you, and nothing is gained and nothing is lost--if memory lives.

But there is one best place to bury a dog. If you bury the dog in this spot, he will come to you when you call--come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death, and down the well-remembered path, and to your side again. And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel they shall not growl at him, nor resent his coming, for he belongs there. People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by [his] footfall, who hear no whimper, people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them, for you shall know something that is hidden from them, and which is well worth knowing.

The one best place to bury a dog is in the heart of his guardian.

Adapted from If a Dog Be Well Rembered
Ben Hur Lampman, The Portland Oregonian, Sept. 11, 1925


I Am Still Fighting


February 1st 2006 11:29 am
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It has been seven weeks since my surgery and I am still fighting my cancer. I've had three rounds of chemo and have come through each with flying colors. I still chase the skirlies and beg to go outside. You can read all about my journey with cancer at http://goldendreams.org

Keep praying for me!


Cancer


January 4th 2006 10:59 am
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I had an 8 pound tumor and my spleen removed on December 12. I feel so much better and now act like I did when I was a puppy. Sadly though, I have Hermangiosarcoma, the one cancer without a cure. I begin chemo this week, even though you wouldn't know it by looking at me.

Please wish me luck and say a prayer.


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