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This is a memorial pic of my Golden Retriever Patty.
She had to be put down after a sever stroke hit in the middle of the night.
She will be loved and missed

Name: Patty
Breed: Golden Retriever
Colour: Blonde
Weight: 32 pounds
Date of Birth: March 17 1992
Date of Death: June 18 2008
Deceased at: 16 years and 3 months

Name: Patty
Nick name: Lizard Tongue, Patty Cakes
Gender: Female
Age: 16 yrs (human years which is 112 in dog years give or take )
Date of Birth: March 17 1992
Date of Death: June 18 2008
Deceased at: 16 years and 3 months
Breed: Golden Retriever
Colour: Blonde/yellow
Eye colour: brown
Pad colour: Black
Personality: She is very energetic, playful, hyper, kind and highstrung. But she is also very kind a loyal, loving and sweet. There is not a mean bone in this dog's body.
Bio: Patty was a pound puppy that our family took in at 6 months of age. She lived with us up until her death on June 18 2008. She had a sever stroke that day and though her mind was still strong, her body had sadly failed her. The stroke was bad enough to cause permanent damage that I knew, before we took her to the vet whom confirmed it, that she would not recover. Sadly I made the call for my mom and my life hood friend, that it was time to let her go for her own sake and ease her from her pain in this life. She was surround by family, friends, and my loving coworkers at the vet clinic as she was humanly euthanized, wished a farewell from all present with loving hands as she slipped peacefully into a deep slumber and the next plain of life.
History:
Patty was born on St. Patrick's day March 17 1992, which earned her the name Patty.

We adopted her from my Uncle, whom was going to return her to the pound because she nipped my cousin, at 6 months of age. She grew up on our family farm, where she did what she loved to do. She would heard and round up the ducks, geese, chickens, turkies, peacocks and the ever so stubborn guinea fowl. When she got hot, she would on her own, go take a long swim in our pond and then go cool off under the weeping willow trees at the back of the house. Her favorite game was play fetch whether it was a stick, ball or frisbie it didn't matter. She could play the game all day and never tire, she usually tired the human out.

She got along with every thing and everyone, with the exception of our the eldest female of the four dogs we owned. Patty would rutinely be attack by her for no apparment reason and yet never fight back. The attacks led to her back right leg to being damaged and she walked with a permanent limp that never held her back. And yet she still tried to befriend that old cranky dog, or affected her in any way.

She nearly died on us once at a young age of 4. She was playing fetch with some kids, who were not so kind to animals. They were playing the game with a stick and everytime they went to take it from her they would ram it down her throat and then roughly pull it out. It took time, for the injuries to show present them selves. From noon to late after noon, a few hours, but it finally caught up to her. I found her colapsed by the storage shed, at first it looked like she was just sleeping. I need to do barn chores and she generally loved to come an acompany me about my tasks. I called her name and she didn't move, which was strangely odd. When I walked closer I noticed there was blood coming out of her nose and mouth and her breathing was irregular and laboured. My parents rushed her to the vet where she went uner immediate surgery. He later informed my partens after the surgery that they had to remove her tonsils, sew the back of her tongue and throat back up, removed several large wood splinters, as well as empty her lungs of blood. She had to spend the next few days under intensive care and watching. The vet informed us that what happened was that when the kids were shoving the stick down her throat, they sliced up her tongue and throat and had nearly sevred the tonsils off. In the mean time after all that had happened, her lungs had slowly begun to fill with blood, and that we were extremely luck to have found her when we did and got her in to them on emergancy hours, any longer and Patty would not have made it. Even through all that, she still oved kids and loved to play fetch, we just adviced people to not play with a stick.

In the last few years of her life she began to slow down a bit, but not much. Even despite her age of 16 yrs she was still rather puppish in her nature. She was hyper as ever, and still loved to play fetch, though she now tired out before the human did. In the last few months before the stroke, her eye sight started to go, she was almost to the point of just seing shadows, she had become senial, staring off into space and barking at odd moments and blank air. She had lost a lot of muscle mass in her back end and started to finally get that 'old dog' look to her. Up until that point, you could tell people that she was 14 through to 16 and the only real way that she showed her age, was when you let people look at her teeth. The amount of calculus build up said it all for her. She even started to loose her bladder control from time to time.

And then it was early 4 am in the morning, my mom heard her crying in a way she had never cried before as my mom was getting my step-dad ready for work. She noticed that when she took her outside for her pee that she was wobbling and very unsteady. Shortly after her pee Patty was unable to support herself and my mom had to help her back into the house. It was noon when my mom called me on my cell at work at the farm where I was trainning horses for my employer and our vet. She explained on the phone what was going on with Patty, and that she hadden't moved since she had come in from her pee. I called it lunch at that point and my mom came picked me up to look over Patty, as I am a trained vet tech. The instant i steped into the house I knew jut by a quick glance that it was bad. Patty was so happy to see me that she tried to get up and could do more than get up to a hunched over sitting position. The right side of her face was also 'sunken' looking. I did a quick physical exam of her and found that all her vitals were normal, but she had nerological issues. I tried to get her eyes to follow and focus on my finger, but her right eye would continously roll to the side as she tried to get it locked on my hand. I went into the kitchen with my mom and asked if she wanted to wait till my step dad came home the next day or to deal with Patty now. Patty knowning both my mom and myself were upset, wanted to be with us and so she mustered up the strength to get up to all fours and only with aid of leaning her left side against a wall, stummbled her way over to us to comfort us. It was upon seeing that that my mom asked me to make the call to the vet.

On our trip over to my place of work, it was sad. Patty really ejoyed the car ride though. I sat beside her and talked to her, we stopped and got her a doughnut from the local coffee time and then to the clinic. She was so weak at that point that I have to carry her into the clinic. We weighed her and found that she only weighed in at a shocking 32 pounds for a dog her size where she had once been a healthy 50 to 55 pounds. Before the procedure started, my mom as fussing about me being here and that I should leave as this would make working here hard with the memory of Patty's passing. I refused to leave and stayed, I even helped my fellow coworkers with the procedure all the while talking to Patty as I felt her slowly relax in arms before she passed on peacefully.

My parents, having sold the farm had no place to bury her since we had moved into town, so a friend offered to let us put her to rest on a spot on his farm. So a little later that day, after my brother got out of school, we took her up to the farm and burried her by a small sapling on a little hill that looked down into a forrest with a small creek running not far away. It is a place that I think she would have loved to be in her living life a place where she could have relaxed and fallen into a pleasent dream.

Description
This is a memorial pic of my Golden Retriever Patty.
She had to be put down after a sever stroke hit in the middle of the night.
She will be loved and missed

Name: Patty
Breed: Golden Retriever
Colour: Blonde
Weight: 32 pounds
Date of Birth: March 17 1992
Date of Death: June 18 2008
Deceased at: 16 years and 3 months

Name: Patty
Nick name: Lizard Tongue, Patty Cakes
Gender: Female
Age: 16 yrs (human years which is 112 in dog years give or take )
Date of Birth: March 17 1992
Date of Death: June 18 2008
Deceased at: 16 years and 3 months
Breed: Golden Retriever
Colour: Blonde/yellow
Eye colour: brown
Pad colour: Black
Personality: She is very energetic, playful, hyper, kind and highstrung. But she is also very kind a loyal, loving and sweet. There is not a mean bone in this dog's body.
Bio: Patty was a pound puppy that our family took in at 6 months of age. She lived with us up until her death on June 18 2008. She had a sever stroke that day and though her mind was still strong, her body had sadly failed her. The stroke was bad enough to cause permanent damage that I knew, before we took her to the vet whom confirmed it, that she would not recover. Sadly I made the call for my mom and my life hood friend, that it was time to let her go for her own sake and ease her from her pain in this life. She was surround by family, friends, and my loving coworkers at the vet clinic as she was humanly euthanized, wished a farewell from all present with loving hands as she slipped peacefully into a deep slumber and the next plain of life.
History:
Patty was born on St. Patrick's day March 17 1992, which earned her the name Patty.

We adopted her from my Uncle, whom was going to return her to the pound because she nipped my cousin, at 6 months of age. She grew up on our family farm, where she did what she loved to do. She would heard and round up the ducks, geese, chickens, turkies, peacocks and the ever so stubborn guinea fowl. When she got hot, she would on her own, go take a long swim in our pond and then go cool off under the weeping willow trees at the back of the house. Her favorite game was play fetch whether it was a stick, ball or frisbie it didn't matter. She could play the game all day and never tire, she usually tired the human out.

She got along with every thing and everyone, with the exception of our the eldest female of the four dogs we owned. Patty would rutinely be attack by her for no apparment reason and yet never fight back. The attacks led to her back right leg to being damaged and she walked with a permanent limp that never held her back. And yet she still tried to befriend that old cranky dog, or affected her in any way.

She nearly died on us once at a young age of 4. She was playing fetch with some kids, who were not so kind to animals. They were playing the game with a stick and everytime they went to take it from her they would ram it down her throat and then roughly pull it out. It took time, for the injuries to show present them selves. From noon to late after noon, a few hours, but it finally caught up to her. I found her colapsed by the storage shed, at first it looked like she was just sleeping. I need to do barn chores and she generally loved to come an acompany me about my tasks. I called her name and she didn't move, which was strangely odd. When I walked closer I noticed there was blood coming out of her nose and mouth and her breathing was irregular and laboured. My parents rushed her to the vet where she went uner immediate surgery. He later informed my partens after the surgery that they had to remove her tonsils, sew the back of her tongue and throat back up, removed several large wood splinters, as well as empty her lungs of blood. She had to spend the next few days under intensive care and watching. The vet informed us that what happened was that when the kids were shoving the stick down her throat, they sliced up her tongue and throat and had nearly sevred the tonsils off. In the mean time after all that had happened, her lungs had slowly begun to fill with blood, and that we were extremely luck to have found her when we did and got her in to them on emergancy hours, any longer and Patty would not have made it. Even through all that, she still oved kids and loved to play fetch, we just adviced people to not play with a stick.

In the last few years of her life she began to slow down a bit, but not much. Even despite her age of 16 yrs she was still rather puppish in her nature. She was hyper as ever, and still loved to play fetch, though she now tired out before the human did. In the last few months before the stroke, her eye sight started to go, she was almost to the point of just seing shadows, she had become senial, staring off into space and barking at odd moments and blank air. She had lost a lot of muscle mass in her back end and started to finally get that 'old dog' look to her. Up until that point, you could tell people that she was 14 through to 16 and the only real way that she showed her age, was when you let people look at her teeth. The amount of calculus build up said it all for her. She even started to loose her bladder control from time to time.

And then it was early 4 am in the morning, my mom heard her crying in a way she had never cried before as my mom was getting my step-dad ready for work. She noticed that when she took her outside for her pee that she was wobbling and very unsteady. Shortly after her pee Patty was unable to support herself and my mom had to help her back into the house. It was noon when my mom called me on my cell at work at the farm where I was trainning horses for my employer and our vet. She explained on the phone what was going on with Patty, and that she hadden't moved since she had come in from her pee. I called it lunch at that point and my mom came picked me up to look over Patty, as I am a trained vet tech. The instant i steped into the house I knew jut by a quick glance that it was bad. Patty was so happy to see me that she tried to get up and could do more than get up to a hunched over sitting position. The right side of her face was also 'sunken' looking. I did a quick physical exam of her and found that all her vitals were normal, but she had nerological issues. I tried to get her eyes to follow and focus on my finger, but her right eye would continously roll to the side as she tried to get it locked on my hand. I went into the kitchen with my mom and asked if she wanted to wait till my step dad came home the next day or to deal with Patty now. Patty knowning both my mom and myself were upset, wanted to be with us and so she mustered up the strength to get up to all fours and only with aid of leaning her left side against a wall, stummbled her way over to us to comfort us. It was upon seeing that that my mom asked me to make the call to the vet.

On our trip over to my place of work, it was sad. Patty really ejoyed the car ride though. I sat beside her and talked to her, we stopped and got her a doughnut from the local coffee time and then to the clinic. She was so weak at that point that I have to carry her into the clinic. We weighed her and found that she only weighed in at a shocking 32 pounds for a dog her size where she had once been a healthy 50 to 55 pounds. Before the procedure started, my mom as fussing about me being here and that I should leave as this would make working here hard with the memory of Patty's passing. I refused to leave and stayed, I even helped my fellow coworkers with the procedure all the while talking to Patty as I felt her slowly relax in arms before she passed on peacefully.

My parents, having sold the farm had no place to bury her since we had moved into town, so a friend offered to let us put her to rest on a spot on his farm. So a little later that day, after my brother got out of school, we took her up to the farm and burried her by a small sapling on a little hill that looked down into a forrest with a small creek running not far away. It is a place that I think she would have loved to be in her living life a place where she could have relaxed and fallen into a pleasent dream.