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Aug. 28th, 2007
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Aug. 28th, 2007 02:30 pmSomewhere between last night and this morning, my family's dog Casey, died.
I'm not really a dog person much at all, but Casey was a good girl. We got her as a puppy from another family -- she had too much energy for them, but with my family's then-headcount of seven children, we figured we could handle her. Beth, who is now twelves, was two at the time.
She was a very energetic dog, and in Virginia we had a huge yard. As she got older she settled down a bit. Being a pug, she inherited sinus problems and snored louder than my grandfather, but she would also sit in the sun, curl up by the fire, and managed a sonorous rumbling sound rather akin to a purr.
I feel like, as we grew older, she started to get a bit neglected. I feel bad for that, that we didn't play with her as much as we probably should have. I do remember enjoying taking walks with her, though, when I was still at home, as much for the excuse to get outside at night (or in the rain) as anything else.
In recent years she had major medical troubles, developing cataracts a and arthritis. For a while I've been concerned about how my sisters, who have always known Casey, would take it when she died. This morning I got an email from Becky telling me that they'd found her that morning, and that she missed her. Jenny's kids have apparently been asking her odd, uncomfortable questions about death, as I imagine kids are wont to do.
My parents are burying Casey in the back yard.
I'm not really a dog person much at all, but Casey was a good girl. We got her as a puppy from another family -- she had too much energy for them, but with my family's then-headcount of seven children, we figured we could handle her. Beth, who is now twelves, was two at the time.
She was a very energetic dog, and in Virginia we had a huge yard. As she got older she settled down a bit. Being a pug, she inherited sinus problems and snored louder than my grandfather, but she would also sit in the sun, curl up by the fire, and managed a sonorous rumbling sound rather akin to a purr.
I feel like, as we grew older, she started to get a bit neglected. I feel bad for that, that we didn't play with her as much as we probably should have. I do remember enjoying taking walks with her, though, when I was still at home, as much for the excuse to get outside at night (or in the rain) as anything else.
In recent years she had major medical troubles, developing cataracts a and arthritis. For a while I've been concerned about how my sisters, who have always known Casey, would take it when she died. This morning I got an email from Becky telling me that they'd found her that morning, and that she missed her. Jenny's kids have apparently been asking her odd, uncomfortable questions about death, as I imagine kids are wont to do.
My parents are burying Casey in the back yard.
In brighter news, I just got a copy of my final offer for my job in DC and, based on what my scholarship gives me as a stipend, I'm getting more than a 100% pay raise when I graduate. I'd be embarrassed to put numbers to any of this, a significant part of me still feels like there are those who deserve this more than I do, and people who deserve better than what they have. But I'll tell you what, it's a nice thing to look forward to.