11/03/2026
On October 31, 2010, I lost the dog love of my life to liver cancer. His name was Casey, and he was a Siberian Husky. My heart was simply broken, and my husband and I mourned, for days and days over losing Casey.
I had four very young kids at the time, and was up late on October 30th that year. I was preparing for a Halloween party for the kids the following day. It was after midnight, and my husband went outside to get some things from the car. We had buried Casey about three weeks prior on the property and placed a gravestone, etc. Standing on the top of Casey's grave was a black furry kitten; it couldn't have been over 6 months old. It was a bobtail kitten and very vocal. My husband heard the sounds and walked toward Casey's grave. The kitten saw Matt and circled around him... then sit down at his feet.
When I looked up and saw the kitten in my husband's arms as he came into the house, I remember thinking how absolutely beautiful he was. He was very healthy, his coat was in immaculate shape, and his eyes were bright and dancing. After I heard how my husband found him, chills ran all over my body.
My then 5 year old daughter got up the next morning and immediately called him Fancy Pants after she saw his bobtail. I thought it was the perfect name.
As Fancy got older, he had similar mannerisms to Casey; and appearing very often to see things in the room that I can't see. I know that may sound odd to some, and maybe even possibly unnerving; but not to me. It brings me peace.
Fancy Pants sure did help me heal after losing my Casey; and he has, and always will have, a special place in my heart since the night he found us. I believe that angels are sent to us in many forms; perhaps Casey sent Fancy, because he couldn't be here with us anymore.
I'm a few days late, but I want to wish my Fancy Pants a Happy Gotcha Day!
And, to everyone else...we hope you have a beautiful evening 😻😻