I'm heartbroken to report that our 10 year old RAGOM golden retriever, Ben, was put to rest on January 11th after suddenly becoming ill the day before. The vet said he was filled with cancer. Ben, formerly known as "Juno", was about 8 months old when we got him from RAGOM in August of 2004. He was rescued from a Missouri puppy mill at 7 months old. I just want you to know that when Ben first came to our home, he had no muscle tone, would do everything he could not to look at us, did not wag his tail, and sort of squatted instead of standing up straight. He tired easily. With time and patience, he learned to wag his tail, got his muscles, perked his ears up, became a fearless hunter of pheasants and he smiled. He also started looking intensely into my eyes as if to tell me he loved me. I loved him back. Ben would watch me all the time. If he was asleep, and I looked over at him, he would wake up and look back at me. I can't explain it. To see how he blossomed was a joy I'll never forget. Ben had some funny quirks. One was that he would always moo like a cow whenever we returned back home. You never heard such a thing. Oh, how we we're going to miss that mooing. Now our house is quiet. Even the young stray black lab mix pup we took in last year seems to be in mourning. Ben will be deeply missed. I am enclosing one of Ben's latest pictures from this past July, 2013, where he is sitting tall and proud in my husband's old pheasant hunting truck. Ben loved going for rides. The other picture is of Ben when he was from a few years ago when he was out in the pasture running free. He was a beauty. Thank you for letting Ben come into our lives. Of all our dogs we have loved, I can say that Ben truly was the best dog we ever had. Jim and Pam |