It’s been five years since we had to put our two Golden Retrievers down. There are a lot of things about them that I don’t miss. I don’t miss picking up after them. I don’t miss how they smell when they came in from the rain. I don’t miss them howling at sirens. But I would be lying if I told you I didn’t miss them. Almost every day for ten years I took Barney and Abby for a walk. I got so used to it that I still take that walk, though it’s no longer a daily thing. And there are times when I’m on that walk when I really miss having them with me. To be honest, I especially miss walking Abby, even though in the long run she caused me far more grief than Barney did. While Abby was a handful, she was also fearless. There were a number of times on our walks when we would run into stray dogs or menacing-looking strangers or even on one occasion a coyote, and Abby never gave an inch. Barney didn’t either, but that’s because – like most Goldens – Barney assumed everyone and everything was his friend. On one occasion our neighbor’s German Shepherd got loose and came running for us growling and with fangs at the ready. Barney just wagged his tail. But just before the dog got to me, Abby bit off a small part of his ear. After that, as long as Abby was with me, I never worried about going out for a walk, because I knew she’d be there for me. And there have been a few walks I’ve been on in recent years when I’ve come across a loose dog or someone who looked a bit out of place and I’ve thought, “I really wish I had Abby by my side right now.”