Butch Cougar Gold
A donation was made in memory of Butch Cougar Gold on Aug 06, 2010.
Butch Cougar Gold came to me as a wee pup one Christmas, wrapped in Crimson and Gray ribbons (which he promptly destroyed in youthful exuberance). A gift from my wife, who knew I always wanted a Golden. He immediately was at home with our other dog and two cats, whom regarded him with cautious eyes. Smallest in his litter, he soon morphed into an old style, 100lb plus, bear-headed Golden Retriever, out sizing his parents by 20 pounds or more.
He loved walks in the woods, was shy of pond, lakes, the surf and loud noises, but loved to sit in the snow and rain for hours. A heavy morning frost outside would inevitably show his outline as a green patch. He loved pickup trucks and rides in the country. Protective of the house but gentle of mouth and sensitive of disposition. If he sensed a problem, he would lay his large head on that person’s lap, and share their concerns with those large brown expressive eyes. He enjoyed visiting with senior citizens and those with disabilities, assuming appropriate personality for the situation. He would take the lead on walks into the back property, with the smaller dogs and cats following like scene out of “The Incredible journey.”
He had his own set of challenges in later years, but bounced back from the shadows several times. The last time, in late June, he could not recover. It was in his eyes, so, with his family by his side, and those who had known, cared and played with him for over 14-and-a-half years, we bade him farewell on June 21, 2010 and let him go.
I still think I hear him from time to time. He was, as Lord Byron wrote:
"…one who possessed Beauty without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, and all the virtues of Man...
without his Vices."
He was my best friend, and we miss him.
Patrick & Phyllis C.
He loved walks in the woods, was shy of pond, lakes, the surf and loud noises, but loved to sit in the snow and rain for hours. A heavy morning frost outside would inevitably show his outline as a green patch. He loved pickup trucks and rides in the country. Protective of the house but gentle of mouth and sensitive of disposition. If he sensed a problem, he would lay his large head on that person’s lap, and share their concerns with those large brown expressive eyes. He enjoyed visiting with senior citizens and those with disabilities, assuming appropriate personality for the situation. He would take the lead on walks into the back property, with the smaller dogs and cats following like scene out of “The Incredible journey.”
He had his own set of challenges in later years, but bounced back from the shadows several times. The last time, in late June, he could not recover. It was in his eyes, so, with his family by his side, and those who had known, cared and played with him for over 14-and-a-half years, we bade him farewell on June 21, 2010 and let him go.
I still think I hear him from time to time. He was, as Lord Byron wrote:
"…one who possessed Beauty without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, and all the virtues of Man...
without his Vices."
He was my best friend, and we miss him.
Patrick & Phyllis C.
