Ambertru's Pretty Boy Floyd

The Last Battle                      

If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done,
For this -- the last battle -- can't be won.
You will be sad I understand,
But don't let grief then stay your hand,
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years,
You wouldn't want me to suffer so.
When the time comes, please, let me go.
Take me to where to my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me till the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree
It is a kindness you do to me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;
We've been so close -- we two -- these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.

                                               -- Unknown


~ Pebbles ~

May 6, 1994 ~ August 23, 2006

Hips: OFA - GR-53336G24F-T

Heart: Cardiologist Clear

Eyes: Clear



Pebbles was the matriarch here at Ambertru. She is behind most of our current Goldens.

 We are forever grateful to Lynn Guerndt ~ Clearview Golden Retrievers for blessing us with such a wonderful girl.


Losing you is more painful than I could have ever imagined.

Pebbles, you owed me nothing ...

I owe you everything


~ Pebbles'  parents ~


Pebbles' Pedigree