Brody wasn’t a typical Golden. He carried all sorts of colors in his fur.  We had him since he was only 12 weeks old. He was the king in the house and knew exactly how to play with everyone. Brody travelled with me to all sorts of hikes and was the perfect companion. Unfortunately, right after his 3rd birthday, he fell ill. Food, what he loved the most, became unbearable.  After being diagnosed with lymphoma I decided to give treatment a try. He survived an extra 6 months and during those days he remained hopeful and happy. He greeted me at the door till the last day. I am forever grateful to his physician who cared for him.