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In MemoriamAlbum IIKerry Blues Photo Gallery
Name: Rollicking Cassia "Cassie"
Serene Dutchess, "Vala" Hugo & Marieke van der Goes
Keegan Frank & Jan Seadream
BLUES BOY BEAST
We don't know of each other, but we have something in common.
Kerry Blue Terriers. I have had three Kerries. One as a child. He
was incredibly well trained, ferocious, loyal and territorial. A beautiful,
large silvery classic Kerry that was shown and won top awards. His
name was Kelly. Later Maggie, also silver in color came. She was a
family friend, of mild temperment and well loved. As I grew up, had
my own family and a few other nice dogs, I longed for a companion for my
children and myself after the other kinds had died. We found a
Kerry near Elmira, Ontario, Canada. This pup, had been bred to replace an
aging seeing eye Kerry for a customer. The deal fell through for them
as the older Kerry rejected the younger. She was bred from an American Old
South dog and famous local ones. Indeed her lineage is to many of the finest
Kerries ever born. But we didn't go the show route. She was never
'fixed' or bred. We raised Misty along with our children. Misty began to
turn silver but quickly returned to a jet black, and stayed so all her life.
There was never any doubt in her mind that she was our third child. And
she was. Misty died yesterday. She was 15 years old, and in the last few
years had tumor problems. Operations were done for what could be done, but
she was healthy, full of love, unwilling to hurt anyone. A rapid tumor appeared
recently. Monday morning she did not rise from her bed to greet us. Misty
wagged her tail. I nursed her all day and all night. Misty did not complain,
but the pain and discomfort and immobility, led us to the humane end of
her suffering at the veterinary clinic. The last words she heard were the
names of our human children whispered in her ear. Misty's last act, was
to kiss me on the lips, then Misty passed away at 10 am Tuesday June
20, 2006. I spent the rest of the day digging her a proper grave in a prominent
area of our property and placed a large flat stone on the bottom. When
my wife Kathy came home at 9:30 pm, we placed her body, wrapped in her favorite
blanket, on the stone. A piece of plastic was draped over. We then carefully
filled most of the grave. Her tombstone is a lovely piece of shaped granite
I found a while ago, visiting local stone piles for material for my
front porch. I had set it aside for her then. It sits at the base of a Black
Cedar, beside the front porch, held in place by the earth behind it and
a long marble ledge. Later I will chisel her name into it in Roman capitals.
Lovely, aromatic red cedar garden mulch was used to finish filling her place.
No doubt it is becoming a shrine, but for now, her ball and food bowl adorn her
place of memory. But the truth is that there is not a place anywhere familiar
without my third child, Misty, constantly about. I did not expect
to be so grief stricken. What was I thinking?
Kelbrier Beomard Blue (Bear)
Pitou 27-6-1993 - 25-2-2006 Arlett Geenen, The Netherlands
Two foundation kerries in Slovakia: Kerrydom Court, Slovakia
There’s Another Kerry Angel Up In Heaven Clyde, our beautiful button-eyed girl, is gone. George is devastated. She led a full and rich life. Clyde had a strong working background and enjoyed being busy. Having a job made her very happy. Her favourite activities were chasing sea gulls anywhere she could find them – by the sea or in a park –and staying near her beloved George. She even had a special bark for him. Besides the Companion Dog Obedience Title, she passed the Canine Good Citizen and Temperament Tests. At the Year 2000 show she got her Certificate of Gameness - once she knew the rats were at the end of the tunnel, she couldn’t get there fast enough! At the Kimberton, PA 2002 trials she got her first and only Novice Agility leg. When she fell off the dog walk a few weeks later, we stopped doing Agility. She had lots of tricks in her repertoire: playing dead, jumping into your arms from a standing start, high five, to name a few. She willing participated in costume competitions, being dressed as a Biker Bitch, Playboy Bunny, Hula Dancer, Darkie Child or Robert E. Lee’s flag, to name a few. Nothing stopped her exuberance, not even her lack of swimming skills. On more than one occasion I had to strip down to the bare essentials when she went in the water after ducks. Herding came naturally to her. Once she convinced a big bull that he and the twenty some odd cows needed to move - unfortunately she drove them into a swamp. On another occasion she convinced two Clydesdales in a paddock to move off to the side as she stood majestically with an air of pride and self-assurance in the center. Both times we drove home with the windows open. She got into her fair share of trouble. The first time we went to the Canadian Specialty almost became our last. She & Bonnie (deceased 1998) & Katie got loose and ran into the Westie ring. A few participants got slimed. Shirley Flood was not impressed! She took a dislike to Boxers and Weatons. Once she spied a big beautiful male Boxer at the park and took off after him. Thankfully she came back uninjured with a trail of slime flying in the wind behind her and looking very pleased that she had told that dog a thing or two. We kept her on leash after that episode. She was relatively healthy up till the end. About a month ago
she developed a pot belly and was slowing down. The Ultrasound found a tumour
as big as a melon on her spleen and lesions on her liver. It was too late
to turn the situation around. She spent the last few days on morphine. On
her final night, George never slept – he kept stoking her ears. At
8 a.m. she passed on with George holding her.
"Trout" Susan Gold Sadly we had to have our dearest friend put to sleep this
week (May 2005). Reilly, or his breeders name of Eltinto Blue Star, was
suffering from inflamed bowel disease. He had lost 7 kgs weight but even
at the end was always ready to go for a walk (though short and slow). Even
the University of Sydney Vet clinic staff all wanted to say goodbye to him
as they all said that they had not met a sweet nature dog in many years.
A true gentleman.
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