You think this is just a porcelain figurine until you get…
REAL.
CLOSE.
My mom gave it to my grandma around 30 years ago, when Grandma had a little (bastard) chihuahua named Macho. After Grandma died, my mom took it back and kept it on the wooden box that stored Grandma’s ashes.
When Mom died, my dad buried grandma’s ashes with her, and the figurine no longer had a home. It sat on my mom’s vanity for a few months until I got Casper, at which time, Dad gave it to me. “I think you should have it,” he said.
I think what I’m trying to say here is, Casper was preordained.
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