On the morning of September 13, 2005, Casey lost her short but courageous battle with lymphoma. Casey loved to be with her family and play with her bears and other stuffed animal babies. When it was hot outside, or if she had just returned from the groomer, Casey would take a swim. Casey is survived by her human family; Chris, Greg, Kali and Trent, as well as by her adoptive dog sister, Roxy and goldfish Nemo and Marlin. Casey will be loved, missed and always remembered in our hearts. In lieu of flowers, please give your pet a special treat and hug for Casey.
I am sorry for your loss. I understand how difficult it is. I lost a fur baby on May 7, 2005 and it still hurts. I also lost his companion on August 28, 2006 ( my birthday). So I will have a very difficult reminder for a while. I can only tell you that though it does hurt now.... it will get easier. Take a moment today to sit and think of the good times that you had and remember that they are waiting for you when it is you time to join them.
"If a Dog Be Well Remembered" By Ben Hur Lampman From the Portland Oregonian, Sept. 11, 1925
We are thinking now of a setter, whose coat was flame in the sunshine and who, so far as we are aware, never entertained a mean or an unworthy thought. This setter is buried beneath a cherry tree, under four feet of garden loam, and at its proper season the cherry strews petals on the green lawn of his grave. Beneath a cherry tree or an apple or any flowering shrub of the garden is an excellent place to bury a good dog.
Beneath such trees, such shrubs, he slept in the drowsy summer or gnawed at a flavorous bone or lifted head to challenge some strange intruder. These are good places, in life or in death. Yet it is a small matter. For if the dog be well-remembered, if sometimes he leaps through your dreams actual as in life, eyes kindling, laughing, begging, it matters not at all where the dog sleeps. On a hill where the wind is unrebuked and the trees are roaring, or beside a stream he knew in puppyhood, or somewhere in the flatness of a pastureland, where most exhilarating cattle graze. It is all one to the dog and all one to you, and nothing is gained and nothing is lost --if memory lives.
But there is one best place to bury a dog. If you bury him in this spot, he will come to you when you call--come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death, and down the well-remembered path, and to your side again. And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel they shall not growl at him, nor resent his coming, for he belongs there. People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear no whimper, people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them, for you shall know something that is hidden from them, and which is well worth the knowing.
The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master.
***Edited By: TraumaMamma on 9/13/2006 12:45:01 PM*** Reason: add
Thanks everyone. TM - I will definitely get a star for Casey, and that poem is just great. I've seen it before, somewhere, but had forgotten it. I almost feel guilty missing her, sitting here with all 3 of my dogs on the couch with me. This morning only my son remembered what day it is, his sister might know, but wouldn't say if she did. After Casey was gone, Kali didn't cry at all but took her stuffed toy and slept with it for months. Something wierd I just remembered, the evening she died a yellow & blue parrot landed in our back yard. I tried to get it b/c it was obviously someones pet, but Roxy was sleeping outside and woke up and chased it off. I thought it was a message from Casey, saying she was ok, and she came as a bird b/c she loved to flush them out of our yard.
i know what you are going through last yr on oct 28 i had to have one of my great preanese to sleep he was almost thirteen i still have his neice they are thirteen months apart and it is almost i yr later and now she is very sick see post on sick dog edie and i dont know if i am doing the right thing she will be thirteen in december and great preanese usally dont live to thirteen she has a lot of trouble walking so i know what you are going through