A highlight of every visit home is spending time with my precious girl Chasey. This morning my girl went to doggy heaven. She isn’t suffering anymore. She lived a good, long life. I hate that I am not still at the farm comforting my mom and dad, who have loved and cared for Chasey for 13 years. Chasey was gentle and loving, always hungry, and full of hugs and kisses. She was a sweet, sweet dog. I am grateful that when I left I hugged her neck really tight, told her I loved her, and kissed her goodbye. When I go home again she won’t be there and that makes my heart hurt. Here are a couple of other photos I snapped of her this past weekend…
And from a couple of years ago… she was always in the kitchen, hoping a morsel will find its way to the floor!
Love you Chasey!









