When I was a freshman in high school, my family adopted a skinny, sickly puppy from the pound where we lived in Amarillo, Texas at the time. She was a little bit shy, but we were all instantly smitten with her big brown eyes and the ear to ear “grin” she always wore. To be honest, it’s hard to imagine a time before she was part of our family. She seamlessly blended in with our other pets, and she was always our constant companion. Instant best friend to everyone in our family.
After I grew up and moved out of my mom’s house, whenever I would come back to visit, it was as though not a single day had passed between us – she always remembered me. Was always beyond ecstatic when I would come through the back door. She would leap on me – her huge frame practically knocking me down – and there would be many many hugs and kisses. She would run around the house and jump in the air as if to say, “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe you’re back! I missed you so much!” And the feeling was always mutual. We would play a game of chasing one another in the back yard. Even the last time I was visiting she chased me around, despite her advanced age and health issues, although not for as long as she used to.
Yesterday after a year full of health issues, our sweet Cassie passed away at the age of 15. John and I are going down South for a visit in three weeks, and for the first time our big, happy, stinky puppy won’t be there to greet us. And I’m having such a hard time imagining that.
Bye, Cassieface. I will miss you so incredibly much. I love you more than you could possibly ever know, and I hope you’re somewhere nice with Sylvester, Freeway, and Princess.