Skipper was our Golden Retriever who sadly died on October 16,1999. He was 11 1/2 years old. He was diagnosed with Hermangio sarcoma of the spleen that had spread to his liver. He really had very little symptoms and we were completely devastated to learn he was going to die. The vet gave him a couple of weeks to live and Skipper surprised everyone and lived for six months.

Luckily, he was able to do everything he loved right until the end. We went hiking with him almost everyday for 6 to 7 miles, and he got to swim a lot, he loved to swim. Skipper got to spend a lot of time with mommy and daddy and grandma and grandpa and his cocker spaniel sister, Sandy. Thank God we have the best Vet in the world, Dr. Andy, with whom we were in daily contact with during Skipper's illness, we would never have made it without his guidance and friendship.

We miss Skipper terribly, and whenever we go hiking Skipper is with us, as we are convinced that he visits us in the form of a butterfly that never fails to greet us along the trail.

Fortunately, we were lucky enough to have been blessed with another Golden Retriever named Baci, he is now almost two. Sandy and Baci are wonderful companions and truly love each other. My heart goes out to everyone who is grieving the recent loss of a furry friend. In my life, only the loss of my Mother can compare. The only things that have helped are time, memories and a new puppy. The new puppy doesn't fill the whole in your heart, but it adds on a whole new piece.

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