The foster home would rename her 'Lily' and while she was in pretty good health, she had a puncture in her sternum that had become infected and surgery would be needed. I wouldn't see Lily again until afterwards when she was being groomed. All cleaned up, she was even more beautiful. At the time dogs were not being micro-chipped and it was not unusual for them to be tattooed as a way of permanently identifying them. While being groomed one was found on Lily's stomach with what looked to be a social security number, and the letter 'K' after the numbers. A friend of mine contacted the state police to see if the number could be connected to someone, but no information was found. Lily's past life would remain a mystery.
So, Lily came to live with us. While I had been totally smitten with her in the beginning that all changed when the honeymoon ended. She wasn't house trained and she was constantly getting into the trash. Added to that, she didn't listen or really respond to me. Lily also had a borderline obsession with tennis balls. I think she named every single one that we had. She was always nudging me to throw it for her. At the time we had birds and they were another obsession; it became life threatening for them to have her around. So, needless to say, I just didn't feel that Lily was going to be a fit for our household and so I made her available for adoption. The calls came but in the end, no one seemed to really want her.
However fate had something else in mind, and played yet another card. Lily became very ill with pancreatitus. My having to take care of her, created a bond between us. One day as she was sleeping on a dog bed next to me, I was thinking about the letter 'K' that was part of her tattoo. At the time it was a practice for breeders to tattoo a letter indicating a litter or a name of a particular dog. With that in mind I started saying 'K' names to her. I tried several and there was no response from her. Then I said the name 'Kasey' and she put her head up and looked at me. Just to make sure it wasn't a coincidence, I would try several more times, and each time she responded to it--With that, her name became Kasey!
With a name change, good health, house-training all worked out, my bond with Kasey continued to grow. What I had felt the moment I met her became even more clear, and I knew I couldn't part with her. We officially adopted Kasey in September of 2003.
|~Our Gang in 2003 (left to right) Ben, Josh, Kasey, CarrieAnne and Wendy ~|
|~Kasey (left) and Wendy~|
Kasey found her place as matriarch of the pack and was respected by all the dogs. She and Wendy were the top dogs in the pack and become companions to one another. She was also a mentor and stabilizing influence for Rudi. By the time we moved to Golden Pines in 2007, Kasey was probably about 14 years old and she was starting to slow down. Walks that at one time had to be on lead, could now be off leash because she wouldn't venture very far. We would start our walks all together, and she would eventually lag behind and I would leave her to do whatever she wanted. Afterwards I would come back and find her laying in the grass, waiting for me to help her get back to her feet and we'd walk back to the house. Kasey loved living in the country. She especially loved the front porch and spent as much time there as she could.
|~Rudi and Kasey (right) on the porch~|