Our good friend Casey
Today our family lost a good friend: my brother's dog Casey. For twelve years, she was a faithful companion: a walking buddy, a loving pet to snuggle up with, a playmate, and a happy friend waiting after a long day at work.
I am sure many of you have lost pets and have felt sad; after all, they are members of our families, some for a very long time. They have seen us at our best and our worst, yet they have loved us unconditionally.
St. Therese had a pet, too: a spaniel named Tom, who came to live with them when she was about 11 years old.
Tom, Therese's childhood dog
She started a little notebook when she was a child, in which she liked to mention important things and dates that happened in her life. Her very first entry was the arrival of her new dog Tom on June 26, 1884 at her home, Les Buissonets.
"Le 26 Juin 1884: Tom est arrive chez nous." Translation: "Tom came to live with us."
For little Therese, who loved being outside in the beauty of nature, taking Tom for walks was pure pleasure. He went fishing with Therese and her father, and accompanied them on picnics. Tom was a faithful dog and friend to the Martin family, much like Casey was to my brother and his daughters.
I am sure Therese missed Tom very much when she went to live in the cloistered convent at Carmel. And I know my brother and his daughters miss Casey already, and will in days to come.
Even though pets are only in our lives for a very short time, the love they give and receive is very long-lasting. Though they are gone, their memories live on. We can be sure that God takes care of all of His creatures.
Rest in peace, Casey.
Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.