Have you ever admired a face grown gray, and given thanks for all the years of memories and days of sweetness you shared as those Golden hairs faded to gray?
Morgan joined our household in 1994, when Hannah was a toddler. Buzzard and I saw an ad on TV one night for dog food with a Golden Retriever puppy named Morgan. We decided then and there to get a Morgan of our own, and now the "early days" without Morgan here are such distant memories that I can scarce remember life before we entered The Golden Years. Morgan moved to three new houses with us, and welcomed three new babies to our family. She never met a child she didn't love, and most who met her thought quite highly of her too.
Morgan has seen her fair share of pets come and go from this house, and has always been the gentle giant who welcomes them in and teaches them the ropes. When Mindy came aboard, Morgan was even called upon to share the ropes, and that was okay with her too. She never actually learned to retrieve a darn thing, but she frequently toted little "lovies" around in her mouth.
Leo was terrified of Morgan the day we brought his tiny self home. He fluffed up real fierce like and hissed and spat at her. Unconcerned, old Morgan just squinted her eyes and stuck her nose right in his ferocious little face. This was them later that night.
It became a devoted friendship that grew deeper all the time.
Have you ever known the sting of a painful goodbye? Or felt the unbearable loneliness when you look down and see a once occupied spot, right next to your side, that is now miserably empty?
Today I'm giving thanks for my Golden Years. All sixteen of them. Morgan, I love you so much, and am truly amazed by the many ways you unfailingly loved me back.
1994 - April 1, 2010