Casey was one-of-a-kind from the beginning. A mixed breed, Basset Hound/Chihuahua. She was the only female of the litter, a little white puppy that fit in my hand. I saw her in the pet store, her brothers all looked like little Bassets and she looked like a little Chihuahua. We brought her home in my pocket! My daughter, Molly, just started first grade and name Casey in honor of a little boy in her class.
She never liked small children, other dogs, or strangers, but was very protective of the family. Her best friend was a cat called Bacon. She was a man’s dog, loving all of the men in the family especially my son, Andy. When he grew up and left home, she picked my husband as her favorite. When we would hug or kiss she would bark at me in jealousy! She was that way, always having one person she was loyal to,
while also loving the whole family.
In her last year she picked me; it took her fourteen years, but she finally came around. She never let me out of her sight, following me from room to room, sitting by my chair. She loved lying in the full sun on a hot summers day, and going on a walk was her favorite pastime. Everyone would stop and ask, what kind of dog is that? But she was beautiful,
all white with big dark eyes.
For fifteen and a half years she has touched our lives. Everyone in our family, our children, down to the grandchildren, have their own personal memories of our beloved dog, Casey.
With Love,
| Casey |
| Mary Reed |