Norman lives in Colorado. He bought a basset hound while he was still living in New York and named him Casanova. Perhaps he had dreamed of being him. His love for his dog was filled with kindness.
Casanova was not an easy dog to own. He was heavy set, loved to fart and had a hard time moving at a fast pace. He was fed the finest of foods. When one would visit his master, we had to pay special attention to the dog, we were immediately asked if we said hello to him looked at him, pet him. We made sure we laughed at some of his movements. He had a special jeweled bed and at night he slept in his masters room. Norman's Colorado home was on a beautiful piece of property by a river, but there was one problem. In season bears would come on to his property and Cassanova had to be walked. So brave Norman found out what to do in case. He would string cow bells around his neck and jingle them as he walked. sometimes he would carry pots and pans and bang on them yelling as if there was a bear. Rain or shine, deep snow or hale Norman would dress himself in cowbells and walk Cassanova. The family was grateful that there was never an incident.
When Norman went away, Cass. was put into dogie school with room and board at the finest of a facility. He would play with other dogs if he chose.
As the years went on, Cassanova needed an operation on his back and neck. There was only one specialist in Denver and the only way to get him there was to hire a private jet to fly him to the doctor. Then there was a tumor that developed and he needed surgery again. It worked and Cass remained in good health for several more years. But then suddenly, when he was thirteen, he started to take a turn for the worst.
His back legs went. Norman ordered a cart where the dog could sit, but no sooner than it was unpacked poor Cassanova's front legs went and it was time. There was no choice.
I received an e-mail from Norman that Cassanova was put to sleep last week, but not before he was fed roast chicken with a side of turkey and carried to the car by two men. Norman placed a full page obituary in the local paper. It read: In Celebration of the Life of Cassanova 3/30 1995- 5/23/2008 My best friend.
For sure Cassanova is in heaven but I am sure it made no difference to him. He lived a heavenly life all of his life. It should happen to me. Carol Sue Gershamn
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Casanova seemed like he was a loyal friend. I'm sure he enjoying his next life in heaven eating plenty of roasted chicken and turkey!
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