Cassie
A donation was made in memory of Cassie by Doctors and Staff of the Chuckanut Valley Veterinary Clinic on Jul 28, 2012.
“And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation” – Kahlil Gibran
Cassiopeia (Cassie) was born on May 19, 2003. She shared the same birthday as my Father. She died on Thursday, July 26, 2012. She was nine years old. I hate Thursdays.
Dear Cassie,
I promised you that when your pain was too great I wouldn’t let you suffer. So on that morning, when I woke to find you in so much pain, I made the call. You are so sweet and innocent that you even got up to happily greet the Doctor when she arrived at our home that day. I held your beautiful face, on your fragrant cedar bed, as you took your last breath. Afterwards, I lay with you for a long time for I know how you hate to be alone.
Even though I knew this was coming, no amount of time could have prepared me for the devastating loss of you. The chemo gave us five more months together and didn’t we have a blast? They are bittersweet memories but they are what I am left with. They say that one in eight Golden Retrievers gets Lymphoma…that makes you special…I always knew you were.
My tears flow often and hard these days. I suppose they will eventually stop but will my broken heart mend? I am certain it will not. How am I supposed to get over losing one of the great loves of my life?
I miss your body wags, watching you run down the stairs in front of me, watching you sway over the little footpath I put on the gravel so you wouldn’t hurt your paws, watching you swim and save rocks with barnacles from drowning in Puget Sound, your crooked little teeth in front, spinning round and round when you stood in front of something you wanted, your beautiful brown eyes looking right through me, your butt feathers like pantaloons, seeing your face in my passenger side mirror hanging out the window, your pink nose with eyeliner, watching you suck on your beloved Pop’s arm and most of all, my eyes miss just how beautiful you are. Tiger misses his girlfriend and Daddy, oh Cassie girl, he misses you terribly. We have each known personal loss but this is a sadness we share. He gives me strength to try to endure this pain. This family just isn’t the same without you girl.
Before you died, I told you that wherever it is that you go, wait for me, I will be there with you one day. Until then, find Butch, and stay close to him. He’ll take good care of you, he always did. And if you can my beautiful girl, come to me in my dreams, haunt me please, for I miss you so much Cassie.
Love,
Mommy
Patricia G.
Cassiopeia (Cassie) was born on May 19, 2003. She shared the same birthday as my Father. She died on Thursday, July 26, 2012. She was nine years old. I hate Thursdays.
Dear Cassie,
I promised you that when your pain was too great I wouldn’t let you suffer. So on that morning, when I woke to find you in so much pain, I made the call. You are so sweet and innocent that you even got up to happily greet the Doctor when she arrived at our home that day. I held your beautiful face, on your fragrant cedar bed, as you took your last breath. Afterwards, I lay with you for a long time for I know how you hate to be alone.
Even though I knew this was coming, no amount of time could have prepared me for the devastating loss of you. The chemo gave us five more months together and didn’t we have a blast? They are bittersweet memories but they are what I am left with. They say that one in eight Golden Retrievers gets Lymphoma…that makes you special…I always knew you were.
My tears flow often and hard these days. I suppose they will eventually stop but will my broken heart mend? I am certain it will not. How am I supposed to get over losing one of the great loves of my life?
I miss your body wags, watching you run down the stairs in front of me, watching you sway over the little footpath I put on the gravel so you wouldn’t hurt your paws, watching you swim and save rocks with barnacles from drowning in Puget Sound, your crooked little teeth in front, spinning round and round when you stood in front of something you wanted, your beautiful brown eyes looking right through me, your butt feathers like pantaloons, seeing your face in my passenger side mirror hanging out the window, your pink nose with eyeliner, watching you suck on your beloved Pop’s arm and most of all, my eyes miss just how beautiful you are. Tiger misses his girlfriend and Daddy, oh Cassie girl, he misses you terribly. We have each known personal loss but this is a sadness we share. He gives me strength to try to endure this pain. This family just isn’t the same without you girl.
Before you died, I told you that wherever it is that you go, wait for me, I will be there with you one day. Until then, find Butch, and stay close to him. He’ll take good care of you, he always did. And if you can my beautiful girl, come to me in my dreams, haunt me please, for I miss you so much Cassie.
Love,
Mommy
Patricia G.
