<p>I still remember losing my very first lab…we had her way before I was born, and then when I was about 8, we found out that she had a mass on the inside of her hip.</p>
<p>The mass was so bad by this point that she could not eat or drink (she was about 13 by this point…OLD for a lab). The vet said that he could do surgery, but she was so old and sick there was more of a chance that she would pass away on the table.</p>
<p>My dad had her put down that night.</p>
<p>My mom told my sister and I the next morning…I was very sad for several days, and our house was sad for several days as well.</p>
<p>Luckily, though, we already had a new addition to our family.</p>
<p>We had been in Modesto visiting family that weekend, and our parents surprised my sister and I with a new male black lab puppy.</p>
<p>I will never forget the night we brought him home…he went toddling over to our old lab, Roxy (in that “my feet are wayyy too big for my body so I’m not sure how to walk” way that lab puppies have), and laid down next to her.</p>
<p>And the next thing that happened, I absolutely swear: they touched noses with one another. Mom swears Roxy was “passing the torch”.</p>
<p>Jake is getting old now…I’m wondering how much time he has left, and it makes me sad. But at least we’ll still have our other lab.</p>
<p>Two years after Jake we got our yellow female, Izzy. She is…ahem…“special” for a lab. She hates water, and the car, and she cannot catch. And she doesn’t quite understand the “fetch” concept.</p>
<p>But she is MY dog. I love her to death, she listens to me best…and now that I’m home from college, she is my shadow. She follows me everywhere around the house.</p>
<p>I will hate to leave her again. I formed a special bond with her the minute we got her…maybe because we got her from the same breeder as Roxy, maybe because of her “doggie mind meld” powers. Either way, she is MY dog, and I always duke it out with my sister when she starts ragging on Izzy for being a “stupid lab”.</p>