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On March 20, 2007, we received this heartfelt memorial from
Robert Cappiello for his beloved boy, Kasey.
My pretty Golden Boy passed upon the bridge on March 16, 2007. His story
is that of love, companionship and devotion. A true champion of the heart. Such a
beautiful and kind friend─like no other I have ever had.
He was born in Florida and loved to swim in the ocean and intracoastal waterways
with his Golden brother Rocky. An expert. He traveled with us and moved 11 times
in his life and adjusted well. He was just happy to be loved and "play ball"
with his favorite racquet balls. Endlessly he would play or swim until he exhausted me. We shared hot days, cold
days, wet days and snowy days. He loved his morning "rub down" and his walks. I
walked him faithfully daily for almost 13 years. He stayed by my side without
the need or use of a leash. He was my smart pretty boy.
Cancer started to feast on him 18 months ago. Lymphoma. He deserved the best
treatment which he got─chemotherapy. He temporarily beat his adversary─but the
beast returned to grow silently in his abdomen without detection.
One usual routine day─walks, ball playing, petting, loving. Kasey was returning his favorite ball so slowly. I thought─another small
injury─he always tried to play like he was a puppy. That night, he had trouble
walking so we gave him some muscle relaxers (which was part of his usual
medication profile). I sensed that it was just a simple injury but I was wrong.
Kasey could not arise in the morning. We loved him and stretchered him to the
vet. He was dying. My little Golden Boy was dying. How could that be? He was
supposed to be with me everyday─he was the enjoyment of my life. He had a tumor
that burst. He was bleeding to death in my arms.
The most difficult decision. Let my little friend go to the bridge. We petted
him─talked with him─loved him─told him what a good little boy he was. I held him
with his eyes looking into mine while he was given his last injection. I felt a
soft breeze of love from his last breath.
Goodbye Kasey . . .we are so sad and miss you so.
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