French Friends Forever

This adorable video from France features Diva, a 10-month-old Golden Retriever, and Django, a 7-month-old Maine Coon kitten. You will love how this little kitty is just enchanted by the softness of Diva’s fur, and cannot get close enough to her to cuddle.

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G.G. where’s the lizards?

Here at the Land of PureGold Foundation I’ve come to make many Golden Retriever pals. And, as much as I rejoice in the fun doggie times, I also experience such sad times when our cherished furkids leave us.

The following lizard tale is particularly meaningful for me because when I had my first Golden, Ollie, he was a lizard lover as well. Of course, he only saw the lizards from inside an aquarium since I do not live in a tropical climate. That was, until he decided to investigate more closely and we noticed a little tail sticking out of his mouth. That poor lizard probably suffered Post Traumatic Stress Disorder after that encounter, Ollie just content to carry his new friend around in his gentle retriever mouth.

Sweet G.G. and her lizard pal

Last month Rene’ Howell shared this farewell with her precious Ginger (called G.G.), with us such a short time [8-23-2000 to 12-27-2008] due to losing her battle with hemangiosarcoma.

Hi Rochelle,

It is with a heavy heart that I want to let you know that Ginger is gone. I can’t believe in a matter of 3 weeks (Dec.6 – Dec. 27) that awful cancer took her life. We had to rush her to the emergency vet because the bleeding would not stop. I had to let her go. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do. I lied on the floor next to her, kissed her face and told her over and over how much I loved her. The sadness I feel cannot be put into words. I miss her so much. My little malti-poo won’t eat this morning and Chance, my 4-year-old Golden, won’t stop looking for her. There is a spot in my house that only Ginger lays down at. Chance was in that spot in the middle of the night. It looked like she was waiting for her.

This photo was taken Christmas Eve. Ginger loved lizards. She would always search for them as soon as we let her out. She would get face to face with one and stare it down. Never would she try to hurt one. She was just fascinated by them. I’m sure going to miss asking her, “G.G. where’s the lizards.”