I will never forget the day we picked her up. My sister and I drove through the snow and ice out to the "farm" in my brand-new-to-me car. We even had to hide the fact that I accidentally slid into the car in front of me*.
She was the cutest ball of white fluff. Absolutely adorable. I fell in love the minute we saw her in the barn.
She was my parents' Christmas present. We had decided they had been too long without two dogs, and they needed a puppy.
So, we had to keep the entire excursion a secret. Despite the fender-bender, it worked.
When my friend Rob came over on Christmas morning to wish the family Merry Christmas, he had our little fluffy surprise with him.
I was still in high school then. And she has been a very loved and, of course, very spoiled member of our family ever since.
In the last few years, she lost her hearing, and an eye, but up until very recently, she'd been her old spunky self.
She hadn't been able to get around on her own recently. And her constant moaning had made us all worry about her. Last week the vet said she was just in too much pain.
So, on Sunday, my sister and I drove down to say goodbye to our sweet fluffy, white baby dog.
Today she had a roast beef sandwich from Arby's. Her last meal. At least her appetite was still healthy.
Now she is gone. Off to play with PB in the vast meadows in the clouds. Before we even lay my grandma to rest.
I didn't realize I could cry so many tears.
I love you Cass. I will miss you so much.
* The other car stopped suddenly for no reason, and on the ice, I just couldn't quite stop. I barely bumped her. There was no damage to either car, regardless, the other driver was being horrible, trying to tell the cops I'd caused a huge dent about a foot above where my bumper could have possibly been. The cop simply told me to drive safely as he wrote her a ticket for having no proof of insurance.