- Posted November 27, 2012 by
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Loving and losing a dog: Your tributes
Casey.....AKA...the best dog ever
He was everything you’d want out of a dog and more. He was loving and affectionate, friendly with everyone, enthusiastic, loyal, silly…the list goes on and on. He was gentle with our kids, and oh so patient with our other dog Lacey and her ‘issues’.
Casey was a Blenheim Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, who came into our lives 10 years ago as scared, trembling little ball of fur after he was released to us from his breeder mom. His presence in our lives added the final level of chaos that we’d been seeking to complete our family. My wife and I both came from families that had dogs while we were growing up and we both felt strongly that that our children, who were 2 and 3 years old respectively at the time, were ready to have a furry friend in the house.
We were not wrong.
Casey was the best.
He was so loving and gentle with our children. He fit perfectly into our routines and as time passed he just became part of the family. He brought us a lot of joy and laughter and as everyone who has loved a dog knows they are always good for a story. Here are a couple of the more famous things Casey was known for to help you appreciate why we loved him so much.
At feeding time or when we’d return from being gone a long time Casey would always greet us with what we called the puppy shuffle…..quick steps with his front feet as he simultaneously tried to sit and sit up and beg at the same time.
We called Casey by a lot of names over the years but by far the one he loved the best was The Great Squirrel Hunter. Living in a neighborhood with some very large and mature trees meant that our yard was constantly invaded by squirrels. Casey did his best to protect his turf but in the end, I’d have to say the squirrels won.
We all have things that bother us…mine is cement trucks, my wife’s are spiders….Casey’s was plastic bags. I once timed him at almost 25 minutes of continuous barking at a plastic bag on the countertop in the kitchen. The bag of course was doing nothing but sitting there but to him in his mind it was violating some law of the universe and he was doing his duty to protect us from it.
Finally, Casey loved to snuggle in bed. Most of the time it was up against me but on especially cold nights he would work his body into the crook of my arm and then lay his head on my shoulder. I’m certain that over the course of his 10 years, we fell asleep in each other’s arms at least 100 times.
But of course in life you have to take the good with the bad and most of Casey’s “bad” came at my personal expense. My children refer these particular episodes as the “funniest things they’ve ever seen/heard”….I’ll let you be the judge.
I can’t tell you how many times over the years Casey sneezed in my face. He’d wander over for a petting or snuggle, and just when I would bend down to pet/hug him he’d sneeze in my face. I’m not talking about a dainty little achoo….. I’m talking a full on face shower requiring a least a tissue if not a towel to cleanse my face and eyeglasses afterwards.
Although perfectly normal for a dog, Casey would occasionally scoot on the carpet. We of course would get after him and he would of course look up at us like we were crazy. However this somewhat funny looking behavior (if you’ve ever seen a dog’s face while they are scooting you know what I mean) was not so funny when one time while sitting in my lap, he decided to scoot down my shirt. To this day my wife still ends up breathless from laughter whenever she tells the story of the 6 inch long brown streak that Casey left on my shirt.
But Casey’s most egregious violations of the Man’s Best Friend Code had to do with my side of the bed. Over the course of his life Casey pee’d, pooped and barfed not once but several times on my side of the bed. He did it both with me in the bed and with me out of the bed but interestingly enough never once did he end up ‘hitting’ my wife’s side of the bed. I’m still not sure why that was the case but I do know that being woken up at 2am by a dog peeing on you is not an experience that I’d like to repeat.
But good and bad aside, being a pet owner means you’re guaranteed a tragedy at some point. Our time came this past August. We knew for a while that Casey had a bad heart. It was one of those common genetic defects of his breed and Casey was not lucky enough to have avoided this malady. So one night he was ok, the next evening we were all grieving after his loss. That quick…..no long goodbyes, no more lap snuggles, no more horrendous dog breath kisses just emptiness and sadness and memories. Ten short, wonderful years after he came into our life, grew up with our kids and gave everything of himself to us he was gone. He was awesome, he was the best and he will forever be missed.
So here’s to Casey…. my white puppy, my big guy, my crack boy, my dawg (AKA…Grandmaster Woofie P) and my OPP (original puppy poo)….we miss you and love you and will always carry you with us….may you rest in peace in the comfort of the Lord.
Brian, Kathy, Emily, Kevin and Lacey