Allie’s sister Amber, another golden, recently died in her sleep of old age. Allie says, “I saw Amber’s spirit run up a ray of light up to heaven. I wanted to follow her, but she turned around and told me I must stay.” I asked Allie what could make her feel more secure since Amber is gone and she says, “I miss Amber’s tags jingling. Maybe my mom (person) could wear them on our walks.”