Morgan is my parent's Golden Retriever. They got her from an acquantance of theirs, a breeder. Morgan has cysts on her ovaries, and couldn't have puppies anymore so the breeders were rehoming her. My parents brought her home 2 days after we put down my Golden, Amanda. I didn't want a new dog, but they got her anyway, brought her home and she immediately came to me. She was just so... doofy compared to Amanda. But she was a good dog. Every year during hunting season she would somehow get out of her yard, go find a deer carcass, and bring home a leg 
At the end she was mostly blind and deaf, had fatty tumors, and was always overfed. She'd been sickly/unhealthy for the past year, but she had the classic Golden personality right up to the end.
She was put down on October 31. She was 13 to 16 years old. No one knows for sure because her breeder owners didn't keep very good records, and got their dogs mixed up sometimes. My parents had her for about 8 years, 5 of which I still lived at home.
Morgan was a good dog. She was a true Golden. She was devoted to my family. This is the only picture I have of her
Morgan and Molly getting pettings last christmas
At the end she was mostly blind and deaf, had fatty tumors, and was always overfed. She'd been sickly/unhealthy for the past year, but she had the classic Golden personality right up to the end.
She was put down on October 31. She was 13 to 16 years old. No one knows for sure because her breeder owners didn't keep very good records, and got their dogs mixed up sometimes. My parents had her for about 8 years, 5 of which I still lived at home.
Morgan was a good dog. She was a true Golden. She was devoted to my family. This is the only picture I have of her
Morgan and Molly getting pettings last christmas