My friend, Lesley, sent me this touching story: "One of my friends, Jeannie, has a wonderful black lab named Casey. I met Jeannie when I used to walk my two Westies in Central Park at the crack of dawn, no matter what the weather. Jeannie is a widow and Casey was her late husband’s therapy dog. Casey flunked out of seeing-eye dog school but did make it as a therapy dog. After Jeannie’s husband died, Casey was inconsolable and then Jeanne was told that she would have to get rid of Casey since the building she lived in only allowed service dogs for the living. Needless to say, she moved out of her Upper East Side digs and found a place on West 58th Street. Jeannie has since met a new man and the three of them are happily living together and even have access to a country place in Vermont!
The story doesn’t end there. When I was at my annual visit to Canyon Ranch in Tucson, AZ, last October, I was sitting in the elegant lobby waiting for a friend, when in walked a tall, handsome man, 60ish, with a black lab wearing a service dog coat. I asked the dog’s name and if I might pet him. The name was “Finney” and yes, by all means, pet him. I said “Well Finney, you remind me of my friend Casey who is a service dog in New York”. Finney’s owner turned to me and said “We know Casey and his owner Jeannie!”. Turned out that Finney and his owner live near Jeannie, and the dogs have worked together. Finney watches over his owner who tends to sleep walk and wander off, especially when they are in the home they own at Canyon Ranch. Small world!"
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