
Okay, so these aren't Schnauzers and they're not even close to Schnauzers. I'm sure Schnauzers are wonderful dogs. My cousin has had cute little Schnauzers for years and wouldn't have anything else.
But, Schnauzers aside, I'm here to pay honor to my friend, Cynthia. There will be (many, many years from now!) a special place in heaven for her.
She rescues Golden Retrievers. I've lost count how many, but have heard extensively about 5 of them in just the past couple of years.
She and her husband rescued Chance when he was about 7 and quickly decided to adopt him. Their vet said he'd probably live another year or two. He's 15. All you researchers...looking for the answer to longevity? Go live with Cynthia.
Not to say she hasn't had her heartaches. She called a few months ago having just left the vet's office after having her latest "baby" Bassinger, put to sleep. He had an inoperable condition and was suffering. Too much for even Cynthia's healing touch.
It was just a few months later that she was empathizing with me over the loss of our 16-year-old adopted Molly. Our sweet little girl we found at the Miami Animal Shelter many years ago.
If you're looking for some insightful summation to this post. Not gonna get it. It's just my way of giving Cynthia her "due." Although she gets it every day with the tailwagging, joyful expressions from not only Chance, but Bailey and Sadie, too.
Golden Retriever
Rescue of Atlanta