This was my beautiful case.
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You sometimes hear about some old fashioned farmers that don't desex their working bitches, let them get pregnant, and then destroy the pups. Casey was from one of those litters. My sister was visiting that farm on the day Casey was born and rescued 2 puppies that weren't destined to live out their first day. Unfortunately the pup that she was most attached to died at 1 week old and "the other one" was offered to me because I had admired her.
Case was my first baby. Bottles, night feeding, bottom wiping, the whole baby deal.
Case grew into a bit of a handful. So lively and intelligent and so loving. She loved running just for the sake of running.
When Case was about a year old we joined the local dog club where we did some obedience. The whole club was into trialling but I wasn't so I became disinterested in that. At the same time our club had a couple of flyball teams and we loved that. We competed in Canberra and the Sydney Royal a couple of times. Case was one of the most recognisable (and vocal) flyball dogs around at the time.
Flyball sort of fizzled out with our club so that was the end of that. But we still used to travel around together, usually visiting my sister in Sydney.
Eventually, along came a husband and then kids. Case didn't mind sharing me. She just saw then as extra sources of pats. She trained the kids young to love her. She used to sit with them when I had them outside as babies, either on a mat or in the rocker, and mind them. Now we will all miss her.
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