CH. WESTHAVEN'S MY WILD IRISH ROSE
March 17, 2000 - December 24, 2012
Old age finally won the battle over our beloved Rosie. She missed her 13th birthday by less than 3
months. Up until her last week she was her feisty self. She was slow to rise and stiff in her gait,
but still managed to get up on our bed at night and to boss the other dogs around. If we did not
keep the gate clipped to the "big yard" she would nose up the latch and go out to join the pack.
She loved a good roll in the grass and still cleaned her bowl at mealtimes. She had grown deaf and
this led to her barking her demands to us - help me on the bed, I want out, where is my dinner. I
think I miss her bark the most right now.
At about 7 years old, Rosie had vestibular disease which left her with a permanent head tilt. This
just added to her old lady cuteness factor with her cockeyed glance.
In her prime, Rosie had a successful show career and you could tell she always thought she was
special. She had 2 litters (1 pup, and 2 pups) and helped nurse larger litters we had at the same
times. She did all the mom dog stuff but you could tell it was really not her thing - she never
smiled. Much more the career girl. Until the end, she was head bitch. None of the other dogs
dared cross her path if she gave them the look. Physically her body may have weakened but her
will was strong as ever.
In the end, Rosie's spirit had ebbed and her body was weakening, but her strong will continued and
her body would not let go of life. We made the decision to have our loving vet (who had stopped
by many times just to "check on Rosie") come to our house and ease our old girl over the Rainbow
bridge. Christmas Eve will now always be remembered as the day we had to give up our Rosie,
but she would have liked it that way - she was born St. Patricks Day. Marking her coming and
going with holidays suits her. Enjoy the following photos.
"DOG OWNERSHIP IS LIKE A RAINBOW. PUPPIES ARE THE JOY AT ONE END. OLD DOGS ARE THE
TREASURE AT THE OTHER"
Our boy, Runner, took it on himself to care
for nana Rosie. He was usually by her side
and would help guide her around when she
posing (on right) during a gig for Amstel
Lite Beer at the Sundance Film Festival
Shortly before her death, Rosie enjoys
her bed in front of the fire joined by
some of the other Westhaven kids