The day my father brought home our first puppy to our house he was a dog that will never be forgotten. The little golden laboratory glowed with such happiness that no one could resist it. Chelsey’s beautiful name was the one that fitted into our family. The ever so cute puppy features seemed to end too soon. Nobody wants that puppy stage to end, but like all animals, they all grew up.

Chelsey had the life of a prince. Treats here, table scraps there. The days of endless naps never went out of style for her. He worked hard on the fall hunting and slept through the day in the cold winter months. He knew his life was a dream and he enjoyed it.

However, around the age of 10, some news from the vet changed our lives. Chelsey had cancer running through her body and it was only a certain amount of time to say that her life was going to end. The family was crying for hours, but knew that she would fight no matter what.

The doctor gave him about a month, and every day we seemed to walk on eggshells waiting for his death. Fifteen days passed and we were beginning to sweat and worry in the deep night. The cancer process is not something to enjoy and I am sure most of you have had some kind of experience with it.

Three years later and twenty-one days he died. No, this story is not written to sadden you. The point I’m trying to make here is not always listening to everything the doctor says and just enjoying every second you have with the lives of your loved ones.

I wrote this story for the Dog Training Database, which helped us teach Chelsey most of her training. It is an excellent source for finding sources of training and now I live it. It is not one of those sites looking for a sale, but was created by a dog owner to help other dog owners find sources of dog training.