(September 1, 1975 - August 1, 1988)
Casey was born September 1, 1975, in Pensacola, Florida. He was my first dog ever. He was half Irish Setter and half Golden Retriever. What a wonderful combination!
I remember when my mom, my brother, and I went to pick out a puppy. Casey kept stumbling over my feet and we knew he was the one we would take home.
Casey never met Biker. When I went to the Philippines, I got a permit to take him over with me, but he had heart worms -- despite being on heartworm medicine. So he stayed in Florida with my mother to get treatment (which was successful, by the way).
Casey was another one of those funny dogs. As you can see by the picture, he loved his hole to sleep in. We tried, when he was a puppy, to set up a box on the back porch for him to sleep in (he was mostly an outside dog). We'd set up the box and put a blanket in it. When we went out to check on him, the box was crushed because he'd try to sleep on top of it!
He ate his supper inside and if he ate all his dinner, he'd get a milkbone. He'd eat in the kitchen and then come into the living room to let us know he was ready for his treat. As soon as we got up to get it for him, he'd run to the cabinet where we kept them and wait for us.
When I left to go to the Philippines, my mother threatened to get rid of Casey. I knew she wouldn't. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she loved Casey far too much.
Casey contracted cancer and Momma cared for him until the veterinarian told her it was time for Casey to go. More than 10 years later, she still gets teary-eyed (as do I) when she talks about him.