Casey
TenshiKurai9
room mate knew the last time she saw Casey that he wouldn't get better,
but her mother just claimed she would be giving-up on the dog if they
had him put-down.
Thursday night my room mate came-back from her temporary job making
candles. She was in tears and I waited till she was done taking a
shower and had tucked herself under her covers before asking if there
was something I should know about.
Her dog died.
He was put-down by her mother around 5 and she had found-out about an
hour ago (so probably nine-ish at night.) The dog had prostrate cancer
and an eye was removed since she had last seen him.
Details of death soon gave way to details of life and what the
5-year-old was like. Riley was the alpha dog of the house, but Casey
would let Riley know if he was being pushed around too much with a solid
bark. She had gotten him while she was in a program and they bonded.
He was like a Mexican, short and squat. He was her dog.
The next day at breakfast, she didn't really want to talk about it with
much of anyone. One female spent just enough time to say she knows what
it's like to lose a pet.
By lunch time, she still looked down and I honored the request she had
made at breakfast. My bit of conversation concentrated on making plans
since I wander Boston/Cambridge-ish more than the friend she's staying
with over Thanksgiving break and I'm going to be their tour guide for
two days.
-TenshiKurai9