Katie, Katie Roo, Katie Pop, Queen Katie, KayTeeeeee, she
had a lot of cute nicknames.
We first
met Katie when she came to our local rescue group along with her two
puppies.
She was bred at her first heat
and had a litter of two when she was 9 months old.
She and her pups were rescued from a hoarder
that kept dozens of dogs in her back yard to breed willy nilly. Being the Chin
person in our local rescue, I was called to help foster.
Once I laid my eyes on Katie, it took me less
than five minutes to tell them that I could not foster her.
I paid the adoption fee and adopted her site
on-seen.
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| Doing Therapy Dog Work |
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Despite a horrible upbringing, Katie was a very happy
dog.
She wagged her tail a lot and was
like most Chin, fiercely independent.
Things were always done Katie’s way.
The water bowl had to be filled to the brim for her to drink, or she
would splash it all out in protest.
Her
meals had to be served with the dry food on one side and the wet on the
other.
She had only one spot on the
couch she would settle on and she rarely shared her bed with the others, but
KiKu on occasion.
She and KiKu were like
the bratty sisters, they loved each other until they wanted to argue and boy,
could Katie get loud!
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| Queen of the Head Tilt |
In her latter years, she gave up her ruling with an iron
fist and became a benevolent leader (due to some good training by her Mom). All the dogs bowed down to Queen Katie. She could give a look and they knew not to
take a step. When dogs came to visit for
training or for fostering, she was the first to explain that she was the
Matriarch here. They always obliged. She
would look at the humans and we obeyed her commands for potty break, picking up
to get on the couch, night time routines and treats. Her demanding squeeky little bark could get
her anything. We did all that was asked of us in exchange for the adoration of
Queen Katie.
Katie was born with a congenital defect in her hips. They were malformed, rendering her 100%
unable to jump up on anything or even climb a step or walk up an incline. She also had bilateral luxating patellas and
a wonky heart with funky valves. Despite
her birth defects, it didn’t slow her down.
She loved to be outside with us, basking in the sun or barking at a
neighbor. Her favorite summer pass time
was when I got out the kiddie pool and put water in it for her to splash
around.
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| Dad and his dogs! |
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Katie loved the human race most of all. She became a certified therapy dog and went
to our local nursing home to spread smiles and joy. She loved to be held like a baby and have her
tummy tickled until she fell fast asleep in someone’s arms and began
snoring. She made so many people smile
during her time as a therapy dog. She
retired after we discovered she had an odd eye disorder that was limiting her
vision, making her nervous to be approached and difficult to walk from dark
rooms to light. It never slowed her
down, though. Our years together as a
working therapy dog team were my favorite.
She and I spent Sunday mornings making people smile. Her favorites were a lady named Dell and Miss
Beverly. She would snuggle up and make
them smile. Her most important therapy
dog job was when my Father came to live with us. For those days, she was part of his therapy
dog team, making him smile on days he found so difficult. She made his last days the happiest.
Katie reminded me that even little dogs need a place in the world
with a job. Hers was to make people
smile. She never met a stranger. When folks came to the house to visit, she
would bark and push herself ahead of the others to be noticed and adored.
Katie’s favorite foods were boiled chicken, watermelon, popcorn
and her daily chew-chew bones. She liked
to parade around with it in her mouth like a cigar, then perch on her bed,
surveying her kingdom for potential robbers before having a good chew. When she
heard the popcorn going in the microwave, she walked to the couch, demanding a
ride up to her spot where she not so politely barked for each piece tossed to
her. There was no way to eat popcorn
without giving a good portion of it to Katie, thus her nick name “Katie Pop”. When she was truly happy, she would pop up
and down and make the cutest noises.
Katie had a few favorite pastimes. Yard time was fun for her, basking in the
sun, walking along the flagstone path like the beauty queen she was and letting
the next-door dog know she was really the boss of the neighborhood by letting
off her cute little 4 and a half pound dog barks. She enjoyed the fan I put outside in the
summertime, feeling the breeze in her beautiful hair. She had the most amazing coat and fuzziest feet. She also loved rides in the car. On the days she deemed it her turn to ride, she
would rush past the boys for the door, demanding a taxi cab ride out the door
into the car. She knew the way to take
Steve to the bus stop each day. When we
made the last turns, she started bouncing, demanding that her Dad pick her up
so she could observe the people in the bus line. She expressed her appreciation with little
chuffs of joy. On rides home, she knew the last turn into our subdivision and
would bounce again, trying to climb up the seat to see the neighborhood as we
pulled in the drive. Dog walks for her were fun too. Because of her hips and knees, she rode in a stroller
and I always imagined her waving like a princess to the adoring crowds.
Willpower was her biggest strength. She never let her “handicaps” hold her back
from enjoying life. For a little dog,
she had a big soul and personality. She
never let things get her down and she was tough as nails. Two months ago she developed congestive heart
failure due in part to her heart and to the small chest cavity (another birth
defect). Despite that challenge, she
lived each day to the fullest. She didn’t
let the occasional cough get her down.
She made me giggle every night at bedtime. I would call the dogs to bed, three of them
came running. I would do my nightly routine, then head to my side of the bed and call Katie, “are you ready for night
night?” She’d come in and go to the same
spot, turn around and wait for her servant to deliver to her spot on the
bed. It’s a nightly routine that put a
smile on my face each night. It was so
Katie, being the Queen, she had to have a special entrance. Nightly treat times she would push ahead of
the pack to be first in line. She always
went first, because that’s how it is when you are the tiniest little Queen.
In the end, Katie left this world in her own way, the way I
would have expected, without assistance from the human race, in the arms of the
person who adored her the most of all, held like a baby with me rubbing her
tummy. I believe dogs know the special person who saves them in rescue and she
definitely was “my girl”. Fiercely
independent, much like me, we “got each other”.
I understood how she wanted to do things herself, her own way.
Eight years is entirely too short of a time for her to have
been here, but so many more than she and I expected her to get with all the
issues she was born with. We gave her
everything she needed to live as long a life as she could. My heart aches with a pain that is
indescribable at the loss of my Katie Roo.
My world is a little darker and the hole in my heart from losing my pets
is bigger.
Katie joins my first dog Bandit, Gina, my first Chin and the
cats we have had through the years: Kitty Copper, Kitty Coal, BabyGirl, Buddy
and Kitty Buster. My hope is that when
it is my turn to leave this world I go where my pets have gone. Nothing in life could make me happier than
seeing them all again. Will Rogers said
it best: “If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where
they went.” I think Mark Twain got it right too: “The dog is a gentleman. I hope to go to his
heaven, not man’s.”
Rest well my Katie girl and know that having had you with us
for this time made us better people. You
taught us to be tough, never give in and just be happy, no matter what life
throws at you. Here’s hoping we see you
again.
DRESS
FOR SUCCESS!
Note the handler (my husband Kirk Hall) has on long pants, long sleeved shirt, safe shoes and a training treat pouch filled with training treats, dog's shot records, poo bags. Back pack contains water and water bowl, extra food and a small blanket for Penny to settle on. He's ready to train! 
