Jake was our first golden; he was born in December, 1996 and we brought him home at the age of 8 weeks from Toasty Goldens in February 1995. My husband and I had been married for 2 years and Jake just grew up with us, as we grew in our marriage.
Jake passed away in August last year, just a few months short of his 13th birthday. He's the golden in my avatar. He was, and will always remain, the spoiled King in our hearts. My late BIL used to joke that we got the solar system for the pool for Jake's convenience, not ours, he was so pampered.
We made so many mistakes in training him, yet he was so forgiving. Every title and designation that he earned, he earned as a Veteran dog over the age of 7--his CGC, therapy dog, RN, and finally a CD--which he earned with two placements (one a first place!) at the age of 10. You Da Man Jake!
I got my first Golden mix in 1987. Keisha is the dog who made me fall in love with Goldens.
Jasper was my first purebred that was actually mine. I adopted him in 2005.
Before that, I had Tess, who was a permanent foster who came to live with us in August 2003.
We started fostering for our Golden Retriever rescue in early 2003 and didn't actually own a purebred Golden for 2 1/2 years. Just fostered them (though I considered Tess our dog). My Jasmine has been with us through all of the fostering and she is 1/2 Golden.
We brought home our first Golden in 1994 and fell in love with the breed. Sam passed in 2007 and I had to find another Golden to love. We brought Ike home in March of '07. I will always have a Golden in my home and my heart.
I found Tramp when I went fishing 06/2002. I had not had a dog for 15+ years and had never had a golden. He showed me what I had been missing.
He was quite old and I only had him for 8.5 months. I have rescued/adopted 3 more seniors since. I only have Copper now. He is getting pretty old, but I don't know his age. The shelter called me 5+ years ago and were going to euthanize him.
He was found wandering the streets with a chain embedded in his neck. He is now spoiled, pampered and my main man.:smooch: With his prescription food and supplements, he costs more to feed every month than both my horses. His vet bills have been astronomical.
He is worth every penny and has me wrapped around his little paw.:
Rusty. 1987. Was for sale in the paper as a 1 year old for $45.
He lived on a farm in the mountains of El Cajon, CA.
Went to look at him. He was being sold by the original owners neighbor farmers. The original owners had disappeared into thin air, leaving goats, dogs, horses, cows, you name it behind with no care at all. No one really knew what happened to them, but the post man told them there had been several deliveries from the IRS
Rusty had been attacked by two pit bulls and a GSD on another farm, and his neck was a bit chewed up but healing.
I offered $25 due to the 'defects' They took it, and I took him home.
He was my first Heart dog. He moved with me from San Diego back to VA in 1990 when I left the Navy. 3100 miles on the front seat of a regular cab Ford Pickup. We were both so miserable (I had bad back issues - reason for my medical discharge) that I made the trip iin 3.5 days.
He died at an estimate age of 10 from the usual culprit.