Hey Mom! Just saved the day by sniffing out some trouble and leading the humans to safety. Another adventure for the books! 🐾

Love, Cassie Bear 💛

I reckon it’s quite the tale I got to tell ’bout a little ol’ place called Spencerville, where I settled after my earthly days were done. Now, Spencerville ain’t your ordinary town—it’s where us pets go when we cross what humans like to call the Rainbow Bridge. But I tell ya, it’s more of a community than just a bridge. A happy, bustling utopia where us critters wait for that joyful day we’ll be reunited with our folks.

Mighty pleased to make your acquaintance, my name is Cassie, though folks ’round here like to call me Sassy Cassie, Queen Cass, or even Bear. I’m a pug, larger than most, with a fawn coat that’s seen better days and a black mask that’s gettin’ grayer by the sunrise. They say I’ve got big dark brown eyes that could melt an ice cube in a snowstorm, and a tail curl that flops around like a happy flag when I get to waggin’.

Let me start off by tellin’ you about the day I sauntered into Spencerville. It was a golden afternoon, the kind that makes ya wanna roll around in the grass and chase butterflies. I remember clearly, I was under the Southern Golden Retriever River’s bridge, where the water sparkles like someone dumped a truckload of diamonds. I took my first drink, and I swear it tasted like memories— warm hugs, belly rubs, and leash-free runs at the park.

From there, I moseyed over to South Poodle Pond, where a bunch of tail-waggin’ folks were sunbathin’. They lay there, bellies up, tongues out, catchin’ rays like nothin’ else mattered. I joined ’em, of course. You see, sunbathing was always one of my favorite pastimes back on Earth, back in my queendom.

Speakin’ of reigns and such, I wasn’t always a queen. When I arrived at my human’s place, it was with the intention of easing Wennie’s anxiety. But lordy, in no time at all, I had the run of the place. Not out of meanness, mind you, I was just sassy! Sassy Cassie, settin’ up food schedules, walk routines, and makin’ sure Wennie knew she was still a princess. Anyhow, my spirit was free, but I always wondered if they missed my regality.

Over at Pawsome Pancakes, I struck up a friendship with a beagle named Buster. Every pancake was a new adventure. Buster regaled me with tales of his squirrel-chasin’ days, and I, in turn, told him about my favoritest food—Cookies! You oughta seen his face, his floppy ears perked right up. “Cookies?” he asked.

“Indeed, Cookies,” I replied, reminiscing about the sweet, chewy delight.

Now folks, when the sun sets, you might think the town gets all sleepy-like. Not in Spencerville! Over at Bow Wow Bistro, a whole group of us gather for evening meals, layin’ low and gabbin’. I met a poodle there named Fifi who had a style about her—bows and frills aplenty. She was quite taken with our Southern charm.

“Could you teach me to wiggle like that?” she asked, watchin’ my back end go wild with my tail flying straight.

“Might be hard for someone who’s all frills,” I teased, “but give it a whirl!”

Another fine spot was the Dapper Dog Salon. Not because I needed it much, my coat was always regal, if I do say so myself, but it was the social hub. The stylist, Rufus, a retired showdog with flair, pampered those in need of a pick-me-up. And he had a way about him, makin’ each one feel like royalty for a spell.

Now, life under this new sun had its own rhythm, but at times, a whisper’d wind would remind me of my human family. Bitty, Patch, and Raisin, my siblings on Earth, and my pals Wennie and Stitch/Bubba. There’s no sadness, though—a longing, sure. But we ain’t lonely ‘cause here, everyone knows we’ll be reunited in good time.

There was this once, over in Westie Woods, where the trees tell tales of their own, and I found myself chasin’ a particularly enticing butterfly. Hopped left, right, loop-de-loop until both of us were dizzy. Took me back to those days of rompin’ in the backyard, where no veggies were allowed, thank you very much.

As sure as the sun rises and sets in Spencerville, we find our joys in anticipation, and boy is it a glorious.

So, if you’re wonderin’ about your old companion, whether it’s a pug, a beagle, or somethin’ waggin’ in between, fret not. They’re here, livin’ it up in Spencerville, where every day is an adventure and every sunset promises a reunion on the horizon. And until that fine day, we’re oh so content, with memories that sparkle as bright as the Southern Golden Retriever River.