So my Golden retriever, Lucky, passed away just now. I feel like an asshole because I am away on a work trip. My wife had to make the decision. He suffered a stroke a could not use his back legs anymore. The Mri and physical therapy were going to be really expensive and the vet even said there is no guarantee that he would make a full recovery especially since he already had hip dysplasia. I found Lucky in a Craigslist ad give away. He was in a small town south of Dallas. My son and I drove to get him one Saturday morning. We go there at 8 am and when the lady handed him over it was with a rope around his neck and he was covered in mud. He was so skinny you could see his ribs. I looked at his pathetic state loaded him into the crate in the back of my truck and he just pissed all over the place. I had never seen a dog do that. I think he was beaten as well. I asked the lady if Lucky had any possessions. A toy, a bowl, a collar, a leash, or bed/blanket. Nope she said. My boy was 5 at the time. I loaded everyone up and I got the fuck out of there as soon as I could. We fixed him up. He had some underlying health issues we got straightened out and fattened him up. He was the most mellow golden I had ever owned. I know everyone says that but I grew up with Goldens. I bred and raised Goldens when I was younger. They are all cool dogs but Lucky was gentle and mellow. He just wanted to be with you all the time. He was perfect for my young children. So we just lost my other Krusty Pizza recently. We got him through that depression only to have him stroke. I am not a very religious man. But I would hope that they are greeting each other now running around and nipping at each like they used to. I am so sad and depressed. I can't tell you how much I hate not being there for my Lucky and my family. We just lost one dog and now we lost this guy. I hate my job. I'm just in a shitty ass hotel room sad as hell.