Goes to the vet for the last time today. In 1995, during the Hillsville Flea Market and Gun Show one of the Cana Fire Department medics was driving around in a golf cart (this flea market is about 2 miles wide and 3 miles long) with a blonde fluff ball with black eyes and nose. We were taking a break from walking and I asked the guy, "Hey, if your dog needs pet I've got two sons who might be up for the job." As he brought her over to meet the boys, the medic said, "Someone abandoned her about a month ago. She's had her shots, is spayed and loves people. We're actually trying to find her a home." Uhhhtttt ohhhh, what did I just do? So, short story, I ended up with a fluffy, 3 month old, dog, a leash, water dish and $20 to buy food with because I saw a critter dog and figured my boys might like to give her attention. She can't stand up by herself any more if she's on the tile floor and she walks like a drunk because her legs don't work all that well. During the weekend of my last race instead of leaving her with mom I left her with the vet and asked the vet to give her a physical to see if it was all as bad as it seemed. It is. Vet said she's never seen a 17 year old Golden before and it's obvious she's well taken care of so I got that to make me feel slightly better about this decision. This sucks.