tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82367618098608641112023-11-15T23:18:17.168-08:00Casey's WorldsCaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07322611095151539108noreply@blogger.comBlogger1293125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236761809860864111.post-65985175770489045732018-02-02T00:08:00.000-08:002018-02-02T00:08:12.436-08:00Moment in time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Casey was so ill when this moment in time was captured. The setting of Whatcom Falls was always a favorite of ours and the trailhead of hundreds of hikes. He loved it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Victoria and I had absolutely no idea that spleen cancer was ravaging his body. In less than a month he was gone.</span>Caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07322611095151539108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236761809860864111.post-51020695494106378892018-02-02T00:07:00.000-08:002018-02-02T00:30:30.304-08:00Cleo with an e, and a purpose<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">A day short of a year since Casey left us this sweet Border Collie/Lab mix has managed to steal our hearts while deflecting the heartbreak of tomorrow's anniversary.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Unlike our boy, Cleo never knew mistreatment. She fell into our laps because her first family just couldn't provide her with the attention she needed. After six months, she knows she belongs right here with us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Casey will always be a tough act to follow, but there's always something to be said about a dog's purpose. Tomorrow it'll be simple - Cleo's smiling face and one distracting ear rub after another. We'll need them as much as her. </span>Caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07322611095151539108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236761809860864111.post-1100251845466140512017-08-17T09:30:00.000-07:002018-02-02T00:33:19.553-08:00No time to spare<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">A tilt of the head from Casey on a hike with Ben and Ezra, just two years ago this week. </span></div>
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<br />Caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07322611095151539108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236761809860864111.post-42126184754815131972017-07-01T09:47:00.000-07:002017-07-01T09:47:51.725-07:00Rescued Heart adoption narrative: Hook, line, and sinker<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Cleo is about 4 1/2 years old. She is a Lab Aussie, Border Collie mix so smart is definitely her middle name. Cleo is an active, friendly girl. She loves kids, cats and people but can seem a little shy when first meeting you. Once she learns you are a good person she is your best friend. Cleo loves to play and really enjoys her two stuffed animals, a bear and elephant. She enjoys cuddles, walks and and chillin on the couch. She doesn't like swimming, vacuums and strange dogs. Cleo would prefer to be the only dog in her new home. Cleo is not an off leash kinda girl, in other words her urge to want to run and explore is stronger than her urge to listen when called. So a nice fenced yard or someone who can walk her at least once a day would be great. Cleo has nice manners and knows how to sit and shake. She sleeps in her dog bed at night and is totally potty trained. She loves car rides too. Cleo is an all around awesome girl. If you are interested in meeting or adopting Cleo you can fill out an application right here http://www.emailmeform.com/builder/form/co436Skqbd5y6l9a714dVN</div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">As it has turned out the adoption narrative was right on the money. And we can hardly believe that another gentle soul, much like our Casey, has stolen our hearts.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">It's time we introduce Casey's Worlds visitors to our new girl Cleo, a serendipity adoption if there ever was one. Victoria and I came across a post on <a href="https://m.facebook.com/rescuedhearts/">Rescued Hearts</a> that displayed a photo of this 4-year-old Border Collie mix - BC/Lab/Aussie to be exact - all smiles and sitting with a house cat by her side. The narrative essentially said that Cleo liked kids, cats, everyone she came in contact with, and practically walked on water. We filled out an application immediately, knowing full well that she was too good to be true and that it was unlikely we'd win this lotto.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">As it turned out, the owner, a new mother, was having difficulty providing Cleo with the attention she needed. A five-month-old baby and a full-time job made adoption for Cleo the best option and luckily we made the cut. And what a special, even-tempered kid she is. Casey would have loved her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Casey, aka Quantum Leap Bob, was a traumatized mess. After sorting out the paperwork that accompanied his travel crate we found that he was seven-months-old, not ten-months as we were originally told. We were also told that he had been fed Purina One, and that unfortunately was true. A plastic bag full of this low grade adult dog kibble was taped to the top of his crate. The breeder obviously spared no expense when it came to nourishment. No wonder Casey appeared malnourished. A dinner consisting of puppy kibble, supplemented with decent organic chicken, was devoured in short order. </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms", sans-serif;">Then our new family member gave every impression to be retiring for the evening, completely sated for no doubt the first time in his life. </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms", sans-serif;">In less than an hour though our guy awoke from a dream-state to do a faceplant in Victoria's TV tray dinner, before crashing for the night. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">An appointment with our veterinarian in the morning would be the first step in what would turn out to be a long recovery for the kid, both physically and psychologically.</span><br />
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Caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07322611095151539108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236761809860864111.post-89901223764816911692017-05-27T00:27:00.001-07:002017-05-27T10:05:40.670-07:00A treasure found today in my device's gallery <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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N<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">ot the best first impression, but after a quick, nonchalant piss by the back door - the only indoor accident he ever had, by the way - Casey accepted the fact that he was home. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"> Swapping the submissive role as the timid runt of a litter of seven on a farm in the middle of nowhere for the revered status as a joyful arrival with a fenced-in backyard in the Great Northwest had to be a relief for our half-starved new charge. After all, his nose was OK, in spite of getting zapped, and his new feeders were doting all over him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Vic and I noticed right away that Casey appeared to be emaciated, barely twenty pounds. And he was seven months old instead of ten. His paperwork clearly indicated that his birthday was December 7, 2007. Obviously Casey (Bob) had not been the pick of the litter. And who wanted to deal with a fearful, timid Border Collie in a farming community. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms", sans-serif;">The next chapter in our life was about to begin so it was crucial that Casey's introduction to the leader of our pack Victoria went without a hitch. The plan: Vic would arrive at home shortly after I got our boy settled. Treats on the front porch for the meet-and-greet. CharlIe Bears are usually a sure thing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"Mom" passed through the house and approached a bewildered Casey at the backdoor threshold with an outstretched hand. A soothing, irresistible, almost lyrical "Hi, little guy" prefaced her Charlie Bear bribe as Casey cautiously went for the offering.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Finger tips to pink and black nose, practically face to muzzle. Just as we'd planned...until Vic and I heard the snap of static electricity, generated from her glide across the living room carpet. This best laid plan resulted in our new kid frantically looking for a way out of the backyard. From berm to berm, bush to bush, Casey was probably wondering what he had gotten into. And just what kind of people were we anyway?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">In spite of this inauspicious start, after several anxious moments, careful, very careful, coaxing -<i> I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, little boy </i>- resulted in a group hug on the end of the deck. The first of thousands. We were a pack.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">After detailing the pet carrier, as well as its bewildered occupant, the Prius started its commuter trek north. I wish I would have been able to take a photo of my stoic passenger's profile, focusing on Interstate 5 straight ahead from his carrier as if entranced. It occurred to me then that several hours earlier this little guy had never seen a highway, and even two-lane roads near his farm in Kellogg, Minnesota were at a premium. What he must have been thinking.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">A couple of hours later we were in Bellingham, Washington.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Home was a single-story rambler with a fenced back-yard, and a front yard just large enough for a Frisbee toss - a must for a Border Collie - on the southside of town. Environs that didn't come close to resembling Bob's free-range existence on the farm. He seemed underwhelmed as I set up his carrier in the living room. A sliding-door opened onto a backyard deck, and after I had finished configuring his new digs I found our boy perched stoically on the far edge glancing at every passing bird and digesting each new sound.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Less than a half-hour later I heard his new mom on the front porch. This ought to be good.</span>Caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07322611095151539108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236761809860864111.post-16662661230441214302017-03-22T12:07:00.000-07:002017-03-22T12:07:44.377-07:00Hitting the road for home<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms", sans-serif;">A short walk around the tarmac with Bob was no where near as comforting for our urine-soaked Minnesota refugee as I was hoping. There was no sign that this little guy had been traumatized by his flight, but he had no intention of relieving himself after his six-hour trip (including a stopover in Minneapolis). A sniff here, another there, an occasional glance at Pacific Highway traffic, and rarely acknowledging the existence of the big guy on the other end of the leash.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">It was time to hit the road for home, but first thing first. My new charge was in dire need of a bath. After removing smelly, wet debris from his carrier, I installed it in my Prius for a side-trip south to Federal Way. For the record, his water dish was dry, a plastic bag of adult kibble (Purina One) was taped to the carrier top, and paperwork accompanying the crate indicated Bob was actually seven-months-old, all red flags for mistreatment. A discussion for later.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">One thing for sure, Bob would be in his forever home in a couple of hours. Before that though, my daughter-in-law Ernie would soon be the first of the tribe to meet the kid, urine or no urine. Some introduction to the family. No where to go but up.</span>Caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07322611095151539108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236761809860864111.post-27581373984399630562017-03-17T14:26:00.002-07:002017-03-18T14:04:12.041-07:00Chasing Molly memories<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">OK, so now the die were cast. We were ready to bring another excentric puppy into our lives. Well, ready or not this little reject from a farm in Kellogg, Minnesota was as good as on his way. But before we go there, a little background.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Victoria and I were first introduced to Border Collies in 1995 by our good friend Marsha, who owned two incredible girls Megs and Katie. To say we were impressed is such an understatement. Complicating matters that year, we lost our 15-year-old cockapoo Annie in the spring and were looking for another exceptional dog, just as irreplaceable. Then our quest was expedited by Vic suffering a nasty leg break. Focusing on a loveable rehab partner was an integral part of the search. The more we looked the more we realized that an inquisitive, active Border Collie would be a perfect match.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms", sans-serif;">TThat fall we found Molly, and we immediately fell in love. She was a dynamo that kept us on our toes, even setting the agenda much of the time for almost 13 years. Our family and friends loved her. The total package. For the rest of my career Molly lived on both coasts and was up for anything - running, hiking, Frisbee, herding and she absolutely loved baseball. I couldn't drive by a Little League game without stopping to let her watch. We even went so far as to dvr a Seattle Mariners game for her to watch on television during each off-season.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">And we had never felt a sadness like the one we felt when Molly died of colon cancer. It became a hidden dread that I locked away in my psyche for almost a decade. </span><br />
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<span class="gmail_msg" style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">All the signs were there. Vic had seen it coming ever since I first saw "Bob" on the Minnesota breeder’s site. And after I’d returned from my status call - just to see how he was doing, mind you – I must have looked pathetic. “Just give her a call back and tell her we’ll take him. You know you want to.”</span></div>
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<span class="gmail_msg" style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Seriously? <span class="gmail_msg"> </span>You sure? Really?” Not wanting to push the issue or take any chances I was hearing things, I was hitting redial for the breeder as I was heading out the door of the quilt shop.</span></div>
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<span class="gmail_msg" style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Arrangements were quickly made to fly our guy to Seattle, ETA one week. It could have been sooner but Vic and I had made plans to stay with our friend Marsha at a </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">B & B on Orcas Island for a couple of days, a delay we would second-guess for years.</span></div>
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<span class="gmail_msg" style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">So…I’d done everything up to now that I had been told to never do when looking for a dog. I began my search before I’d even stopped grieving for the loss of our beloved Molly; I found our new dog on the internet without personally checking out the breeder; and I had him shipped by air to the northwest. All red-flags in any dog adoption or purchase process – and I’d never recommend our plan of action to any potential guardian - but something was telling me that time had been a thief up to this point for Bob.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So,
after wrapping up our visit to the Skagit Valley Highland Games...the
Border Collie competition was over anyway...Vic and I headed over the
West Side Bridge and the Skagit River to city center's First Street.
That gave us enough time to ruminate over the competitors, especially
the young male collie, and of course Bob's status. It was about time to
check up on him again. He had to have been adopted by now. Are you
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first downtown stop was Calico Creations, a quilt shop that Vic could
have spent the rest of the afternoon in. She had to have sensed that I
was distracted while I was feigning interest among the racks of fabric.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"Why don't you give the breeder a call and see how he's doing?" Vic had that look. She knew my grown-up creds were on the verge of crumbling for our reject in the Heartland. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"OK, someone must have taken him home by now. Be right back."</span></div>
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was back inside in ten minutes after finding out that my Minnesota
distraction was still for sale, and there had been absolutely no bites.
"He's just not outgoing enough, kind of timid." Incredulous at this news, as well as her dispassionate update, I hung up
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<br />Caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07322611095151539108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236761809860864111.post-1459850335279121032017-03-08T21:34:00.001-08:002017-03-08T21:56:37.823-08:00Softies<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">We kept a cyberspace eye on the "hard to place" runt for a couple of weeks more, even called the breeder - no takers. But we did find out that our guy was actually 10 months old, having been returned for a refund, and no longer in the best bargaining position when a new litter of half-siblings were his competition.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Our long-distance, dispassionate pragmatism was starting to come apart at the seams, and the <a href="http://www.goskagit.com/sheep-herding-a-big-draw-at-annual-highland-games/article_a9500d65-b560-567c-831f-a90e0d2ba3c1.html">Skagit Valley Highland Games & Celtic Festival</a> in Mt. Vernon finished it off. While watching Border Collies compete in the sheep trials we were completely blown away by a two-year-old male who didn't place, but the rapport with the commands of his lady guardian...priceless. And that wasn't all.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"Oh, yeah," she said, "Border Collie males are way more affectionate than females, real softies, at least those that I've worked with. They just want to please...look at my love junky here." That got my attention. Just had to go check on Bob.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>Caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07322611095151539108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236761809860864111.post-37799028798025739612017-03-06T23:52:00.000-08:002017-03-08T19:12:45.287-08:00Keeping tabs<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">We didn't have a clue what we were getting into. About a month before Casey - actually "Quantum Leap Bob" to the breeder - arrived at Seatac Airport, something just didn't seem right. I mean the idea that here it was summer and this little guy still hadn't been snatched up. Ten months old and no forever home. It was unsettling.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Before Victoria and I had even stopped grieving over the loss of Molly, our first Border Collie, I had been scouring the internet for an occasional puppy fix. To this day I don't remember how I found the website of a Border Collie breeder in the middle of Minnesota but one day it just popped up, and there was that face. Bob, the runt of the litter, should have been totally forgettable. He was sporting a nose that had way more than his share of pink and a partial blue left iris, both products of the Merle Gene from the sire, Bubba. Show dog material, unlikely, but that face was lure enough. I had to keep checking on him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">In a week or so I phoned the breeder to see how Bob was doing. "No takers yet. He just sort of hangs back," said a less than enthusiastic rancher. "The runt of a litter of seven and more submissive than most folks are lookin' for."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"Well, someone will take him home..he'll be perfect for some kid. Come on. He's a cute kid."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"Interested? Money back guarantee." Of course, she had no way of knowing that we didn't have the time to invest in another Border Collie so soon after losing our irreplaceable Molly to cancer. No way of knowing for sure, but she had to be sensing I'd be calling back.</span><br />
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Caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07322611095151539108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236761809860864111.post-4460099254625877842017-03-01T10:38:00.003-08:002017-03-01T23:42:04.146-08:00Prologue<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Late in July 2008 I drove to Sea-Tac to anxiously retrieve a new family member at the airport. When I arrived at the baggage area I was redirected to a vast freight facility on the south end, where I began wandering through a cavernous Northwest Airlines cargo hangar. An airline employee soon joined me in navigating mountains of cargo and a labyrinth of freight containers. We were on a quest that afternoon for a simple grey pet kennel, one that had been driven and flown over 2500 miles from a farm in America's heartland.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Casey has so touched the lives of friends and family, as well readers of <i>Casey's Worlds</i> it's no surprise at all that Victoria and I have been asked if there is anywhere they can send a donation to his memory.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">As monthly sustainers of the <i><a href="http://whatcomhumane.org/history/">Whatcom Humane Society</a>, </i>caring and rescuing animals since 1902, we have already set up a file with the WHS staff to handle such commemorative contributions.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Donations can be made <a href="http://whatcomhumane.org/donate-online/">online </a> or mailed to the Whatcom Humane Society, </span> <span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">2172 Division Street, Bellingham, WA 98226. Be sure to specify that your gift or donation be made "To the Memory of Casey McLaren Marx" (or just "Casey"...they'll know who you mean).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Today, in a <i>Facebook</i> chat from London, a good friend indicated that she had just heard about Casey. I'm certain she wouldn't mind me sharing it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><i>Gene, I've only just found out that beautiful Casey has gone. I'm so, so sorry. I've been there as others have. My dad still has a tuft of our lovely Sky's fur in a gold box. I miss her still and the 17 years of joy, mischief and love she gave us. She looked like a black version of Casey. The pain is deep I know. I read your blog; heartbreaking. I'm reminded of the poem Byron inscribed on the tomb of his beloved dog, it's in the book I gave you. The last two lines say it all: 'to mark a friend's remains these stones arise, I never knew but one - and here he lies.' Sky sometimes comes to me in my dreams. My personal belief is I'll see her again, but whatever yours is, Casey's love will always be with you. </i></span><i style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Big hug from across the pond xxxxxx</i><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><i>Alison, lovely, lovely. Hard to read such beautiful sentiment without tearing up. I believe that Sky and Casey are swirling around together in the multiverse somewhere, and their spectres will never leave us. Nor would I want them to. Thanks so much for the hug.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><i>I like that idea Gene, we know energy never dies so theirs is still in form somewhere and their love is still very much alive. Eternal hug xxxx</i></span>Caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07322611095151539108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236761809860864111.post-59828588777464092112017-02-09T11:55:00.000-08:002017-02-09T11:55:03.862-08:00Winter glint<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07322611095151539108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236761809860864111.post-83718843842259157892017-02-08T20:57:00.000-08:002017-02-08T20:57:12.489-08:00Snowstalgia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It looks like the snowpack Whatcom County has been dealing with for a few days will be history after tonight. It was always great while it lasted as far as Casey was concerned. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Here's one of our favorite pictures, from about four years ago, as his guardians invoked adult status, calling an end to the frozen fun. But he did "help" them complete a deck igloo.</span>Caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07322611095151539108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236761809860864111.post-64235015119646345202017-02-07T16:13:00.004-08:002017-02-07T16:15:22.503-08:00OK, I guess this is home.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07322611095151539108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236761809860864111.post-82600561302282142882017-02-06T10:14:00.002-08:002017-02-06T10:29:44.247-08:00Missing paw prints in our snowfall blanket<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Regretfully, spectres aren't able to leave evidence of their presence. This view of the front yard would be more healing if it was mussed with paw prints. Casey would certainly have already talked me into a subzero Frisbee toss by now.<br />
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<br />Caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07322611095151539108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236761809860864111.post-19377083248446535302017-02-05T23:48:00.000-08:002017-02-08T21:06:35.484-08:00Wake up snug<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Casey's eyes in this last picture at home seem anxious to me. What did he sense? What was he feeling? He obviously needed Stella. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">What do our pets try to tell us when they're ill? </span></div>
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