Godspeed My sweet Barney

Tonight I’m sending my sweet Barney my 18 1/2 year old golden to the Rainbow Bridge. He was doing ok until the last few weeks he has really gone down hill and having a tough time. I do this with so my heaviness in my heart but not one regret about the the life he has had since I met him four and half years ago.

When he came here 4 1/2 years after my friend Carol from our rescue (The golden rescue I had started but was not very active at the time because of my own old dogs) called and said this old dog had a lot of issues and would I take him.

When I met him he was wacked. All over the place. I had never seen skin so bad. The stink was wicked.  I couldn’t even get him in the car.

I brought him home and he came in and he sat on the dog bed and looked at me and I told him he would never have to worry about anything again. That he was safe and he was home. He looked at me and sighed and he never looked back. He totally embraced life here and all our adventures. He loved vising all the friends and relatives and he showed that pleasure by peeing in their house. ” Barney was here!”

I’ve had a lot of foster dogs and all of them went on to great homes. I have probably fostered about 200 goldens.  I have no doubt I could have found a great home for Barney who after 6 months had awesome skin, his fur had grown in and he went from being freaked out and pooping in my car to loving the car, loving road trips, loving his food, loving his life.

He became my foster for life and eventually I adopted him. He had already adopted me. We made official.

I saved him. He saved me.


Last December I took him to Sarasota for Christmas and I totally thought it would be his last road trip but it wasn’t. We have had multiple trips back and forth and a trip to Orlando.

Today I won’t even attempt to put him in the car. It’s too much.

Today we will sit quietly and just  be. I kept my promise to him that he would be loved and safe and that every day would matter and when the day came I would know it was the day.

Today is the day my sweet boy. Thank you so much for all you have given me.

I think that’s my lesson. Do wonderful things when you are able. Don’t put things off. Eat with gusto. Enjoy life everyday. Mud is a good thing. If you have to urinate in the middle of the night so be it at least your alive.

These photos directly above it the day he came and he walked in. So tired. So confused.

His body leaves here today. His spirit stays. The love stays.

Both of us say thank you so much to everyone who has loved him.

Godspeed my sweet Barney Godspeed











Goldstock 2015 Left Behinders Club

Some where around 1998  my golden Casey died. (otherwise known as Casey 1.)  He was about 15. I wanted to rescue another golden and i went to the Humane Societies and no luck and I called a local rescue and no one called me back.

I ended up at a pet shop in Davie and brought home little Machiavelli. A few weeks later Casey joined us.  I rescued him from a wonderful family who had to move into a small apartment and could not keep him.






I joined a list serve called Goldens@hobbees and then we had another group called “Aloveofgoldens.” From these wonderful people I learned every thing golden and throughout the years we all became friends, supported each other, cried when one of us sent our precious pets to the rainbow bridge, delighted in every new puppy and rescue, and had fundraisers to support all the golden rescues out there.

To this day we still have A Christmas card exchange that I always look forward to and decorate my house with photos and cards and memorabilia that I have collected over the years.

Cyndi, Machiavelli and Casey

I started my rescue originally it was called Tropical Dawg Golden Rescue and then it morphed into Golden Rescue South Florida when a lovely attorney whose husband would not allow her to adopt a golden did our 501c3 as a gift.


artwork by Adam Lenz

Later in our rescue life when Mrs Brickell was old she asked Lelo who had a big rescue in Miami who was the best golden rescue around she said we were. Because of this Golden Rescue South Florida along with a  bunch of other rescues, was given a parcel of land in downtown Miami- i think its a parking lot and there is money given to the rescue every month. The two wonderful people I started my rescue with Jan Lepore and and Carol Johnson have both passed away from cancer.  Other people are in charge.

I’m not here to talk about my rescue. I’m here to talk about Gail Lustig. Gail is a golden rescue person who lives in NYC and owned a camp. She opened up her camp right around the same time and people went from all over to the mecca- to Goldstock which is held every year on labor day weekend.


“From a small beginning of 60 attendees, Goldstock has grown to include rescue groups from all over the US and attendees from all over the US as well as from overseas and from Canada.  Although still predominantly a golden retriever event, Goldstock now includes some all breed groups as well as some “golden hearted” dogs that don’t look like goldens, but share the golden temperament.”


Every Labor Day weekend, Goldstockers from around the world flock to Camp Weequahic, a kids’ sleep-away camp on 100 woodsy acres outside Scranton, Pa., to let their dogs frolic on the hillside, participate in events like agility trials and the Golden Olympics, and also a lot of wildly joyful dock diving.

When the fun slows down and the dogs are napping back in cabins and RVs, the humans hold fund raisers to benefit the nearly 30 different rescue groups that have representatives at Goldstock each year, sending the groups home with thousands of dollars from sales of golden-centric items, as well as proceeds from the silent and live auctions.

If you go to the link on the bottom of the page is a fabulous slide show.

and some is even working on a dogumentary.

I have never gone so I’m part of what we call the Leftbehinders club. We would sit and wait for updates. One day I’ll go to Goldstock but I don’t even think that’s important. What’s important is the work and that we all support it even if we are not there.

There is a Goldstock Fund


This fund has helped many many dogs that would not have been helped otherwise.

The Goldstock Fund’s mission

… is to provide funds to rescue organizations or individuals to pay for transportation, boarding, evaluations and medical costs of golden retrievers and golden hearted dogs taken into rescue. The Goldstock Fund also provides educational information and materials to rescues and the public.”

There is also the story Lucy’s Legacy. I’m saving that for another day. Lucy was a very special golden and she deserves her own blogpost.

What’s important is Goldstock happens every year. People can go and meet the most amazing people and dogs with the hugest of hearts and see these wonderful dogs that we all love and support.

What I did I did with the support and help of my golden retriever community.

Many of you guys are still my friends today.

One of the things they do at camp is have a memorial for our dogs who have passed. This is Casey’s. Casey’s spirit went to Goldstock. People have told me that this is an amazing spiritual experience.


(Thank you who ever did this. I am in a puddle of tears)

I’m still a Leftbehinder (Not for lack of being invited) but always a supporter!

Have a great time everyone. We are there in spirit. I love you guys and all the great work you do.

Best wishes

Cyndi, Barney and Meme