Our golden was also glued to my side or my husband's, all the time. When she got older, and was having a harder time getting around, we'd ponder whether we really needed to get up to get something. We hated to bother her, as we knew she'd want to follow!
That is so sweet. I remember when I was at home as a teen and passing by my mother’s sitting room, she would often ask me to refill her coffee for her from the carafe on the table because she didn’t want to lean over and disturb the old kitty in her lap.
