Today was one of those really crappy days... I lost my friend. He wasn't all that old, though if you think in dog years, he was well over the hill. I had to have my dog Casey put down today... one of the hardest tasks in life if you ask me. Here I sit with tears streaming down my cheeks, but I know in my heart it's all my selfishness and he is without pain.
Casey came into my life almost 14 years ago. He followed a long line of English Springer Spaniels in my family. My mom and dad had Springers, and I had 2 of this great breed of dog myself over the years. Our Springers all had health problems so we decided we'd try a different breed...
Casey was different all right. Casey was a Golden Retriever. What a goof! Our home in Colorado Territory had one of those magnetic dog doors on it and Casey loved it as a pup. He'd get a full head of steam up in the back yard, fly through the dog door, and put on the brakes on the hard wood floor and sliding all the way across the room.
Casey loved people. I suppose that folks that come over to visit may have been a bit nervous having a 85 pound "puppy" wanting nothing more than a pat on the head and a chance to sniff their hand. Casey loved the outdoors, but he loved being with us more.
Over the years he picked up the nick-name "Mooney" for some reason that I really don't recall now. The Moon was my constant companion, and loved rides in the Jeep, camping, long walks in the country and everything a dog should I guess. No matter where I went, The Moon was right there with me always supervising events when he wasn't chasing birds and rabbits on the farm(stead).
Cancer got the best of my Moon at age 13 years 11 months, though his tail wagged right up 'till the end. If Casey had feelings, I hope he felt he a good life, he sure helped me enjoy mine! He died in my arms this morning.
So long buddy... I'll be lookin' for ya at the Rainbow Bridge! In the mean time, have Max and Panda show ya around!