Yesterday was a horrible day.
We got the call from Guss's mom that Casey, their 10 year old Springer Spaniel, had passed away.
It is always hard losing a family pet and this one was especially hard because it was Guss's dad's dog. If you read this post, you know that his dad is no longer with us. Feeling like the last part of him, is gone forever.
One night in the 2003, Guss's parents, Guss, his brother Andy, and I drove 2 hours to find a hunting dog for Shorty (Guss's dad). When we got there is was puppies galore but Shorty picked Casey for his dog. Surprisingly Casey bonded with me first. On the way home she sat on my lap and then crawled up around my neck. And then...puked in my sweatshirt's hood. Don't worry, she perfectly made it into the hood and I got it off with no problem.
She was a very smart dog. She was sent to a dog school for hunting for a few weeks and sent back after a few days because she didn't need it.
When Shorty died, we could tell she knew something was wrong.
Over the years she has been a needy dog, but such a friendly one. She was Mason's favorite dog and that just kills me. Because I know next time we go to Grandma's he's going to wonder where she is.
She loved to snuggle with anyone! And lick your face off.
She loved to fetch and swim.
She loved playing with the other dogs. (Bailey as a puppy.)
She was always the odd dog out with the 3 Golden Retrievers.
So Casey, I'm so sad you are gone. You have been a part of our lives for so long and represent more than a pet. But you will be joining Shorty. And I know he is happy about that.
