Kasha was my mothers dog. She would sit at my mom's feet. Now she sits next to mine. My mom passed, her hospital bed dismantled and removed from the house. Friday will be two years and still Kasha sleeps in the spot where the motorized bed once was. Like my mom, Kasha has great heart. She rides in the car and barks at horses. Aside from playing tag with the goats and eating chicken noodle soup, she likes to watch the ducks swim in the arroyo. Everything loves Kasha...