When I decided on getting a dog, after my beloved Cassandra passed away, I wanted my need to be loved to be met. Cassandra, a Golden Retriever would often be the one to approach and snuggle with me. She had a quirky human side to her. We adopted her during the early years of my mental illness. I felt loved and taken care of. Unfortunately, we took her for granted. we just waited for her to approach us for attention or vice versa. We let the maid take care of her needs. My family isn't a responsible dog owning family (which is why I have to be hands on with Cisca, rather than rely on others.
Cassandra was a bundle of joy to us. I remember the crazy antics that she'd pull off just to get our attention. She liked catching the ball, but she wouldn't give it back; growling at us with the ball in her mouth. She liked being the center of attention and was a very people person.
She was scared of fireworks and the noises it caused. Cassandra would snuggle at us, hide in the room, where Cisca is now. and whine. She was a very intelligent dog who could pick up tricks very easily. I could swear she had the human capacity of thinking,
Unfortunately, last year we lost her to kidney failure. She put up quite a fight then. She would still approach us and never lost her enthusiasm for life. I decided to get a male Golden Retrever puppy to fill her place and add nostaligia in my life. I was a fool. Cassandra will always be the only Cassandra. I know she's ahppy for Cisca and me. She knows Cisca's more than filling her role and is healing me.
I miss you my little puppy whuppy pumpkin whumpkin. We'll see each other one day in heaven, where you, Cisca and I will play foirever in the fields. Goodbye.
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