she was probably only six then. she licked my hand gently for the first time, and i remembered how i told andy, we’ll never find a dog as sweet as casey.
we keep a photo folder of her. one day, we tell ourselves, our latte boy will sit right next to her, smiling widely. big sister and little brother.
tonight, i let the tears flow and the memories spill. how else do you remember, i don’t know.
i ask andy if she can hear me. if there’s a heaven, will she be happy?
he says she will. gideon says it’s the best for her. it’s just time to let go. and i know it’s true.
so goodbye casey. you’ll be happy up there, won’t you?
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