For those of you who know me on a personal level, you know that any visit to my house included a joyful greeting from Cassie. Before you could get yourself in the door, she would be at your feet with her body leaned against you in hopes of being loved. That is Cassie in a nutshell, a people friendly dog that was always looking for someone to be close to. If I had to choose one word to describe Cassie, it would be loving. She was sweet, gentle, and affectionate. Our next door neighbors have three kids who range from ages 3-7 and they would often wander into our backyard to see Cassie, and I was always amazed how gentle and tolerant she was when they would grab her and hug her during their visits. She would often lay on her side and let them scratch her belly or lay their heads on her without ever making a fuss.
One of the hardest things for me about losing Cassie is that I was unable to make it home in time to see her go. However, her condition went downhill so rapidly that my family had no choice but to act quickly to ensure that she did not suffer more than she already had. When I walked in the door this morning after driving through the night to get home, I was still expecting see her white face peering through the window, tail wagging excitedly.