Last Thursday, July 25, Gilda went to the Rainbow Bridge. This came on very suddenly. She was lethargic most of the day and could not move to go outside or eat. We took her to wonderful people at the University of Minnesota vet clinic who told us sadly that the sac around Gilda's heart was filled with fluid most likely caused by cancer. It was basically the same disease that took our first RAGOM dog Sophie from us 4 years ago. It can affect different organs causing one to fail. With Sophie it was her spleen and with Gilda it was her heart. They could have drained it but usual prognosis was perhaps another week or so before it refilled. We made the sad decision to send her to the Rainbow Bridge. Gilda came to us in October 2009 as my 10th foster. She was found wandering around the parking lot at the Grand Casino Hinkley. She was a beautiful Golden Retriever/Border collie mix - about the smartest dog I have ever met. She also had a wonderfully engaging personality. She walked into my house, took one look around, hopped up on the bed and basically broadcast that she was here to stay. And stay she did. My second foster failure. My favorite Gilda story, and there are a lot, has to do with her relationship with my last foster Ginger. Gilda LOVES squeaky toys and they are ALL hers. She will let others play with them when the squeezers are gone. When Gilda moved in, Ginger had all of the toys as my resident dog, Zoe, didn't play with them much. In less than a day, Gilda figured out that 1) Ginger would give them up if Gilda insisted, 2) Ginger never got up on the bed and 3) Zoe got on the bed but didn't care about the toys. Putting that all together, every day when I was gone, Gilda would take all the toys and put them in the middle of my bed so Ginger couldn't get them. I would come home to a bed full of toys. When Ginger was adopted a week later, she stopped doing that. SMART. Gilda was one of the sweetest dogs I have ever met and her passing has left a big hole in my heart. She had a huge heart and loved nothing better than being as close to me as possible - if I was home she never left my side. She was my fuzzy back warmer in the winter time, lying on her back and snoring. She loved my family - especially my grandson Carter and she was best pals with my other dog Zoe. You could even sometimes catch them actually sleeping butt to butt. Needless to say, Zoe is missing her pal very much. She keeps looking and sniffing for her. Run free Gilda - we will all see you again someday. You were very loved and will be in our memories forever.
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