Today I lost a family member. Casey, my grandma's dog passed away around 2 this afternoon. Althought he wasn't an actual person he meant so much to me and my family. I know this may sound stupid to some of you but it means so much to me. Casey was all my grandma had. My grandpa died when my Dad was only 9. And my Dad, Aunt and Uncle moved out. Casey was my grandma's life. It was only her and Casey in her little mobile home. My grandma would always pamper Casey to his every need. And he's all she would ever talk about. My Mom and Dad (before they were even married) were the first to see Casey when they brought Casey home for the first time to my grandma. But Casey and my Dad always had something special. I still remember Casey as the little white Chinese Crested dog with a little black patch of fur around his eye that would jump all over you when you walked in the door and try to lick your face. He was adorable. I remember years ago me and my Dad would talk about what my grandma would do if Casey ever passed away. I never imagined it actually happening. Then as years went by Casey lost some hair here and there. And coughed because he accdentally swallowed some but he still was that adorable little Casey we knew and loved. My grandma even made a little cave for him out of a cage and some blankets and pillows. Then within the past few months he started having some trouble jumping up onto the couch and and walking far distances. So we all realized that "his time" was getting closer. He seemed like he was going to die several times but he always came back up again. He was a true fighter. Then this morning he got worse and my grandma was talking on the phone to my Mom about the possibilities. Then after that we went about our day doing normal Thursday homeschooler things. Then around 2 something this afternoon my Mom got the dreaded call from my grandma.......Casey had died.
By jesslo
