A good friend of mine who is well versed in all things website oriented told me that I should make sure I have a blog on my website; so that anyone coming to the site will understand why the products on this website are so important to me. So here goes if I screw this up please understand this is my first blog ever. Deep breath and here I go:

I have a 14 and a half year old golden retriever named Molson Golden, can also go by the name of Molsie and Stinky since he was sprayed by a skunk as a young pup. He is also referred to as “G-ds Gift” to us as well  as “Dawn’s Gift”.  He is A love of my life.

I have to say that because I have two, two legged children who would kill me if otherwise stated, as well as a husband who miraculously feels the same way about Molson as I do. I think he has no problem saying Molson is the Love of his life!

I am extremely lucky in that respect as I have seen trouble brew in homes where if the sun doesn’t rise and shine behind your beloved four legged child equally, trouble is a brewing in that household.

So I like to say he is the Puppy Boy Love of my Life, there is also the Puppy Girl love of my Life named Dawn Perignon, a Golden Retriever who has been gone but certainly not forgotten for 14 and 1/2 years and also is the one who gave us Molson, but not in the way you would expect.

There was also my sister Tawny, a Golden Retriever who slept on my bed from age 13 through 23 until the day I got married, her head on the pillow taking up my entire single bed and me squished into the crack between the wall and the bed, all true. And before her there was Pompom our poodle who was there when I was born and protected me until the day she passed away at seventeen when I turned 13.

As you can easily tell, I come from a family of dog lovers. Unbeknownst to my first husband I pre-ordered my Golden Retriever puppy Dawn way before her litter was conceived and started a full out campaign when I got pregnant so my children could grow up in a household with a dog. Thankfully my campaign had legs and I got my beloved puppy girl who again with tongue firmly planted in cheek I always say was my first born. Sorry Kids!

Dawn and Tawny’s stories come at a later date. Today I introduce you to Molson by way of the last year and few weeks of my sweet Dawns life.

My beautiful Dawn with her white golden eyelashes framing her big amber eyes was a beauty. She adored all dogs, loved lettuce as some dogs love chicken and when taking a walk would stop to smell the roses…literally. She loved the smell of flowers and would press her nose into passing blooms and draw in a sweet breath and savour. Quiet amusing to behold and sweeter than sweet to realize she actually was appreciating what she was smelling.

She was nine years old and in fantastic shape. Nine years in a Golden’s life can be considered old, in my house hold where Tawny was 17 when she passed away and Pompom the poodle was 17, nine was just midlife. We took daily walks, up and down and around our hilly streets where we lived. I would toboggan with the kids down a fair sized hill and Dawn would keep pace along my toboggan, again sorry kids, and race back up when I climbed up the hill without losing her breath. Again, in fantastic shape.

One day when leaving for school I saw and killed a wasp that was flying in the house. Thankful that I saw it and killed it before leaving for the day as Dawn was anaphylactic allergic to bee and wasp stings since her first near death experience as a puppy when her nose swelled to such as size she couldn’t breath as we rushed her to the vet.

Who knew dogs could be allergic!

So ever after I was vigilant with her, I thought! Unbeknownst to me before I got the wasp it stung my sweet puppy girl. Hours later I returned home to a dark home, walked into the kitchen and reached down to pat Dawn when I felt her nuzzle beside me. Her face went all the way down nearly to the floor, I snapped on the lights to see my grossly swollen dog struggling to breath, into the car with the kids and Dawn doing a mad dash up the stairs of the vet as her breath got raspier and more strangled by the second.

That horrific allergic reaction started a horrible downswing in her last year of her life, pieces of her stomach lining coming out as she threw up in the aftermath. A very scary sight when you see skin and blood. She recovered going on daily long walks, running chasing the birds, but went from being a 100% healthy girl to constantly getting ailments eye infections, ear infections…I think her immune system was compromised by that second bee sting and I think it triggered her cancer which came with quick and devastating symptoms, I say this because it just seems to be logical, at least to me. And at a later date I will go into all of the details. For now just let me say being sick made her go from loving all dogs to not wanting any dog to come near her. And so I found myself at the Vet heartbroken and worried sick about my failing puppy girl.

I f ever I found a lost dog I would bring it to my vet in hopes that they would find the owner and if not find a home. So it wasn’t unusual for me to hear someone approach me at the vet and tell me they had a puppy that had to go home with me. Only this time, a Golden Retriever abused puppy. I remember looking at up and bending down at the same time to caress my beloved sick dog and said “my baby is sick and until I know what is wrong with her I can’t contemplate anything”. And away the person went only to return in a minute with the sweetest looking, skeletally thin, exact same color as mine golden retriever puppy you ever saw.

They placed his leash in my hand and walked out of the waiting room. There I sat thinking what is Dawnie going to do. But she just kept lying down facing the opposite direction, so I patted and cooed at the puppy who lay down at my foot mirroring the same position as my Dawn and then to my amusement wiggled and wormed his way, all the while lying down until his four paws where placed on the back of my Dawns.

She never looked up and allowed the puppy to put his paws on her and then both of them went to sleep. So there I sat, patting two beautiful creatures each a future and past image of the other. I wasn’t the only one to notice this event; my Vet came and shook her head in amazement as did the groomer who was keeping Snoopy/Joey as the puppy was then called.

Less than two weeks later I was holding my beloved Dawn as she took her last breath and lay her head on my arm on the vets table. I breathed in her beloved smell for the last time, trying to say goodbye and not believing it had come to this. As I stood there sobbing and holding tight onto my baby puppy girl my Vet said “there is somebody waiting to go home with you!” and I thought “ ARE YOU F#%%$NG kidding me! I just lost my treasure”. But I composed myself and said I had to think about it.

So I went home that day and in between the tears I would think about the puppy, the one that looked like a mini version of Dawn. The puppy who was THE only dog Dawn had allowed near her for weeks let alone to touch her. I talked it over with my husband and my kids and we all agreed, it was meant to be, this was Dawn’s and G-ds gift so who were we to say no.

The next morning I called the vet and asked where we went to go pick up the puppy. I knew I was home free when we arrived at the groomer’s house and went in to see the puppy that only I had seen and my husband said “I’ll hold him you can drive!”

And that is the beginning of the tale of Molson, the Wonder Dog and how he came in to our lives.

Source: Molsie's Blog of Animal Assistance Products, creator of the Hip Hammock and Barrel Booster.

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