You know why her name was Casey? I have a little sister named Tanna, and when my parents were picking out names I was adamant on Casey (I was 4 at the time so there was obviously no negotiating). So we got a dog, and I got to name it anything I wanted. I even got to help pick out the dog! So we picked Casey, who was a mutt that looked like a mini golden retriever or lab. She was really short but had the long hair that a retriever has. And of course... I named her Casey.
Now she is in a better place. I only wish we had put her down sooner, because I am pretty sure towards the end of her life she was just miserable and in a lot of pain...
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