October 25, 2003 - August 06, 2015
For KatyKaty died quietly and peacefully at home on August 6th 2015 just three months short of her twelfth birthday. She is greaqtly missed by her family and friends. Her contribution to our lives is immeasurable.
Katy adopted us when she was five months old. She was a shy dog at first but blossomed into an outgoing friendly companion
who loved her comforts.
Although she was an urban dog, she still retained many of the instincts of her forefathers.
For example she had an intense interest in sheep and would slowly approach them before the rush-and-confuse technique of herding took over. Her nose never let her down and she could find the oldest, grossest dead things deep in the bush. She even found rabbit nests and on one occasion brought a young one out to show us, completely unhurt. It turned out to be one of six and for weeks afterwards we regularly saw all six.
She was a great traveller by car, visiting:- Muskoka, Ontario to the east, Grand Canyon, Arizona to the south, Whitehorse, Yukon to the north, all of Vancouver Island to the west and many places in between.
Like many Wheatens, she loved water to play in though not to swim in.
Just to get thoroughly messy.
She was not too keen on sailing but she accepted it as a means of getting to a new watery playground.
One of her favourite maritime pursuits was to stand on the bow of the dinghy and rescue wayward sticks.
She was not a voluntary swimmer and every now and then it was she who had to be rescued but this did not dampen her enthusiasm for “bow riding”.
She enjoyed chasing sticks that were tossed into the water, as long as she did not have to swim for them.
As she grew older, the sticks seemed to tire more quickly and had to be taken back to the car to join the rest of her collection in the trunk. At these times, Katy would have a temporary episode of deafness and the walk was over.
Last year we, Jenny, Katy and I, lost Sherrill to cancer and for just over a year Katy supported me. I cannot guess how much I owe to that little dog for getting me through that first year.
It almost seems like she stayed by you to get you through the worst before deciding she could leave.