Susan called yesterday to let us know they had to put Casey to sleep. He was 15 years old. I'm sad that he's gone, but I'm so happy and grateful that the Autumn Years of his life were spent with Frank and Susan getting all the love he deserved. Thank you both, for taking in an 11 year old, fat, farty, arthritic and eccentric border collie/akita mix and treating him like family. Casey was scared of cameras (and fire, and thunderstorms, and loud noises ... he was more like Frankenstein's dog), so it was hard to get good pictures of him. But I found one of him and me ten years ago. It's funny how we both look so young.