My name is Chuck and I adopted "Patrick" (I changed his name the day I adopted him) back in Nov. 2004 when I lived in White Bear Lake, MN. A year later Patrick and I moved to Anchorage where he spent his remaining years. He was diagnosed with malenoma 14 months ago and last Friday was his final day. The cancer had spread to his lymphnoid glands and had become terminal. He died resting his head in my lap. Though it was sad, there is reason to be happy. Patrick was given a gifted life for a Golden. He became a regular at my work, a pediatric orthopedics clinic where he had free fun of the facility as well as my home. Patrick camped at the base of Denali, spent weekends with me up above the Arctic Circle,and went to the start of the Iditarod 3 years in a row. Also, he and I fished the many wilderness rivers and streams for salmon, camped along the Spit in Homer and explored all over the Kenai Penninsula. He shared our home yard with moose and bears. He was always by my side 7/24, a true friend and companion. I miss him dearly and have had a hard time coming home to an empty house. I thank you for the opportunity I had with him and encourage others to adopt the older dogs.
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