Sandy was born June 19, 1998. When I first met her, she was a little bundle of golden fur, sitting on my mother-in-law’s lap when they stopped on their way home from picking her up at the breeder’s.
She loved ‘big sister’, but of course, Goldie wanted nothing to do with the intruder.
Sandy and Kayla soon became good friends and spent their time together chasing each other and swimming.
When my father-in-law died, and my mother-in-law became too sick to take care of her, we brought her to live with us.
Chloe and Leah had to get used to her, but soon they became friends, too.
Since coming to live with us, she has made it plain which one of us is her human. She will not let Bill out of her sight for more than a few seconds without going looking for him. If he has the nerve to leave her and go somewhere, she cops an attitude and lets him know in no uncertain terms that she is not pleased with him when he returns home.
Sandy will be 14 next month, and she is showing signs of her age. A couple months ago, we noticed she was getting wobbly, and that her head was tipping to the right. The vet said she had a lesion on her brain.
Last week we had to take her back to the vet because she could not stand on her back left leg. We were given anti-inflammatory pills and steroids to take the swelling down. She seems to be standing and moving a little better.
She is a much loved part of the family, and we are so glad we brought her to live with us.
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