A tale of 3 rescues, the last one recently crossed the bridge at 15. My brother has always had 2 adopted goldens. The left one came at 8 years old from a family that couldn’t feed him. The right girl, at 18 months from a guy that didn’t think she would ‘get so big’. My little girl (60 lbs) was left in a foreclosed home. My dog spent so much time at my brother’s home, she thought she lived there. And the 2 resident dogs just took her in. We had many family gatherings at this home, and the 3 dogs would either sit under the table or an adjacent room when 15 people were eating. They never begged or whined for food, but as you can guess from this picture, they got a treat afterward. 2 passed at 14, the last girl at 15. Gosh they were such fun wonderful family members. They had good lives .