My family and I got Meg, our pure bred golden retriever, when she was about a month old. I was three going on four at the time. I remember the day; it was in the spring, late March, and we were in my backyard. It was cool; I was with my mom and we were playing with my dog. She had been running so much that she ended up just lying down and falling asleep. Since then I have had some great times with Meg, going up to our house in Estes Park or just running around in the park near our house. One time my dog caught a fish, although it was dead and had just washed up on the shore, she looked so happy holding it in her mouth. Meg also loved toys; her favorite toy was a ball with a rubber rope attached to it. She would always swing it around and threw it up in the air. She loved to eat as well; she could eat her dinner in thirty seconds flat. She loved eggs, meat, peanut butter, and above all bananas. How she loved bananas. One time, after my mom had made banana butterscotch muffins, Meg jumped up onto the counter and grabbed one. Another time around Christmas, she ate a whole bag of Hershey’s Kisses wrapper and all. Let’s just say that what came next had traces of red, green, and silver. Meg even loved her walks. Every time we said that word or jingled her leash, she came running. She had to sniff everything on walks and always rolled in the grass. Whenever my dad went on a run without her she would sit by the door and whine, begging to go with him. We had nicknames for Meg; Meggie, Meggie dog, Meggie girl, and Meg dog where just a few. Meg loved snow; she would always roll around in it or stick her nose in it. Most of all Meg loved us, our family, and the ones who cared for her and loved her the most. A few days ago my family and I found out Meg had a tumor in her spleen that had ruptured and caused bleeding internally. This tumor had been caused by hemangiosarcoma, a type of cancer common in retrievers like Meg, which had spread to her lungs. The vet said that she only had one or two days left to live and that surgery would be useless. I know this will be very hard for both me and my family. But I know she is going to a better place when she passes away because she is a loving dog and I love her. I love Meg for many reasons. I love her smell. I love how she looks. I love how soft her fur is. I love the look she makes when I talk to her. I love how she perks up her ears. I love how she is always happy. I love how she smiles at me. But most of all I love Meg because she is my friend and part of my family and I know that she loves me.