The Fluffsters

A.k.a. Christi

5/85-10/98

She was a golden retriever, a good ole dog

She was born in my hands, my first breeding

Number eight of nine that Molly had

Five years ago circumstances brought her back to us

She taught the pack how to break dance

She was a happy girl

She had no teeth but could peel a tangerine or an orange

She was happiest if she was rolling in the sand

Or swimming in any body of water

She would stay in the water literally all day long,

when we were on the boat in Baja

She was well behaved

We called her pigpen and dust mop

She could pick up more stuff in her coat and feathers

Her gastrointestinal problems where horrendous

She would be the one to get up and leave the room if she passed gas

She was a loving dog, kind and gentle to kid and pup alike

I will always remember her happy woofs that she would let out with

At breakfast and dinner in assuming the positions for feeding,

she would always enter from between your legs to her spot in the lineup

She got pretty clinging at the vet and didn’t especially like going

She was gentle in spirit and of mouth

She was a good girl and we will miss her

She left us today, spent the day here at home

Surrounded by those that loved her

Calm and peaceful

Till she said good bye with one last happy woof

We will miss her