In Loving Memory

Casey Eborall

1981 – 1996

Casey, I MISS you so much!!! It has been 4 years since you left and I continue to find ways to wrap myself in projects related to you so I can pretend you are still alive and with me. I made you a wonderful life-story book. I had lockets made with your pictures in them. Your pictures adorn my walls. A stuffed animal that looks EXACTLY like you sleeps with me nightly. I donate regularly in your memory to the Humane Societies. I planted a Holly Tree because you left me at Christmas. I regularly tend to your grave. And I recently purchased something special for you – it is a grave stone marker for your resting-place. I can not express how much peace and contentment this has brought me. I now feel your passing and burial is complete. I don’t miss you any less, but it helps put some closure on one of the WORST times in my life-losing you. The other bad time was losing your older sister, Jiffy. You never knew her because I got you a year after she was gone. But, you would have been GREAT friends even though you always preferred playing with BIG dogs. But I have news for you kid. You were a small Peek-a-Poo, too, but your top weight was 18 pounds whereas Jiffy was a 10 pounder.
I got you when you were a little guy. In fact, I always referred to you as ”Mama’s Little Guy”. I desperately wanted another Peek-a-Poo, but there were none to be found. I advertised in the Oregonian and eventually connected. You had a raccoon mask and dark tipped ears on a white body. You were just the cutest!! But, you did NOT want to come home with me. What? I am a DOG PERSON. All dogs like me! I thought you were ”antisocial”, but I soon learned you were just VERY picky and did not warm up to people in a hurry. But,it took you less than a day to decide I was OK and we spent almost 16 years together as BEST friends.
There is not enough space to adequately describe you. You were definitely MY dog and mine exclusively. When you were a baby, I cradled you in my arms in bed so you would not fall off. From that point on, you insisted on having YOUR head on the pillow, too!!! This lasted throughout your life. You had no interest in the bottom of the bed!! You learned everything so quickly. Everyone commented on how INTELLIGENT you were. You loved to play ball, but I was the ONLY one you brought it back to. You laid on my bed for two plus years while I was VERY ill, only leaving me to potty. You sat on my lap when you could have had the whole couch. When you lost your sight, you laid on my slippers or something with my smell on it. You saw me through illness, loss of home and money. In my lifetime, I could NEVER repay what you did for me. I loved you so much it still hurts deeply. Wishing I could hold you, play with you and kiss you.

You will always be the love of my life, my Best Friend and ”Little Guy”.

Mama