March 22, 1993 -
January 31, 2008
Rosie turned 14 in March 2007.
When she discovered that no Timbits were forthcoming she made her feelings
very clear.
Bye, bye my Bunny.
I always knew the day would come that
Rosie would look up at me in her special way and I would just know it
was time for her to go. And so it was. There are no words
to sufficiently express my feelings of loss of this extraordinary lady
who filled my life for nearly fifteen years.
In talking to
many breeders over the years, it seems that each breeder can tell you about
that "special" one. The one dog that captured their hearts just a little
more than the rest.
Most of the
girls that I have kept have a reference to Rose in their registered names
but their call names are not Rose. (There is only one Rosie) Any of the
girls that carry that registered name are directly descended from Rosie. It
is my way of making sure she will always be remembered.
This does not
mean that we don't love the rest but for anyone who has had a lifetime of
dogs they will know what I mean. For me, that very special one is and always
will be my Rosie. She took her first tentative breath in the palm of my hand
and she has been a big part of my life ever since. She is a highly
intelligent, thinking dog, a spoiled demanding brat who can be very
difficult to live with if she doesn't get her way, yet I adore her. She is
the best and brightest dog I have ever known.
Rosie at twelve years old
Rosie about five years old with a
litter of babies.
"Hurry UP!
Take the picture already" Rosie at six
and lipping off as usual.She never changes and we like it that way!.
Maggie, Ch.
Owenbriar's Kiss From A Rose, was born in the litter pictured above.
