This is my sweet boy of almost 2 years, before stupid deadly cancer took him away. He was going to be 8 years old in January.
Cole was a bit of a mess when I adopted him in January of 2012. He had abandonment issues, and had been relinquished to the shelter by his family after his Dad died. For almost 6 months straight after bringing him home he would come nuzzle my hand with his nose several times a night, checking to make sure I was still there. It took almost 5 months for him to stop looking for his old family every time we went for a walk. Labs are prone to food allergies and ear infections, took over 8 months to clear those up/get them under control. And Cole hated the car.
This was especially challenging for me because I love to take my dogs everywhere - hiking, the beach, on road trips. With Cole it was not to be. He managed to improve enough to make it to the dog park, and we had a wonderful summer this year when he realized the car ride meant we were going to the river so he could swim. He so loved to swim. I would have to time him and cut him off after 45 minutes to an hour, or he would be so sore the next day he had trouble getting around.
Cole loved everyone. He was nice to dogs, but really loved people, and his favorite people were kids. For an almost 100 pound dog, he was very gentle around kids, wanting to snuffle up to them and kiss them, and of course lean on them. If a baby was crying he would cry along in sympathy. Such a sweetheart.
Sweet dreams buddy. I miss your smiling face and wagging tail when I come home these days, but you were a gift. We packed a lot of fun and love into our almost two years, and I am very happy to say I caved in and spoiled you every time you wanted to sleep on the bed with me - you deserved it.