I was looking at the memories part of Facebook last weekend and one photo stood out among others. This was a photo of our first dog, Troy. Troy was a Labrador Retriever who lived to 11 human years. That's about 72 in dog years for a dog his size. I've written about him in the past but I won't tire reminiscing about this friend of ours who brought us joy before our daughter arrived.
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| Troy loved the feel of the grass and the ground. We imagined he was so happy after we transferred to our current home. The previous one was a townhouse and though he was able to go out regularly, we though it wasn't enough for him. |
We got our Golden Retriever Mocha just before Troy passed away so they sort of mingled for a few months. We liked to think that Troy talked to Mocha a lot and passed on some dog wisdom and knowledge to her. Mocha was present when Troy was finally put to sleep after a long bout with cancer. I recall our vet was also very sad when they came to our home to administer the injections. After all, they cared for him since he was a puppy so they, too, had a relationship with Troy for over a decade.
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