A Tribute to Kaitlyn


| November 23, 2007



Kaitlyn

This is a tribute to Kaitlyn (11/1/1993-11/16/2007), a canine also known as Big Dog, Kaitlyn Dog Bolin, Big Black Dog, Big Fat Dog, Katers, Tater and Katie.

May 28, 1994 – that was the day Katie came into our lives. We had just lost our first dog, Jake, in a terrible accident. Our friends, Dave and Cathy Finnerty, drove us out to North Shore Animal League on Long Island to adopt a new dog. We had no idea how profoundly our lives would be changed.

Once at the shelter, we walked down the aisles of cages. On my left, I saw a beautiful black dog that looked a lot like a Lab, but thinner with a more unique, almost regal face. As I approached her cage, she leaped up and planted her front paws near the top of the cage. I leaned toward her to say “Hi!” and she planted kiss after kiss on my face.

I noticed that she had a small tuft of white hair on her chest. She was beautiful. We chose her, but – in essence, she really chose us. And we are so glad she did.

We brought her home to our small apartment in Jersey City, New Jersey and tried to make her sleep in a crate next to our bed, but she would have none of that. Even though we had only a super-single converted waterbed, Big Dog thought there was more than enough room for her. Eventually, we gave in and let her sleep with us.

Eventually, we moved out of that small apartment and into a house in Hazlet, along the north part of the Jersey shore. Katie adapted well to playing in her large backyard so we decided she needed a playmate. We chose a Weimaraner and named him Samson.

Jennifer Weber
11/16/2011 6:18:37 PM

What a beautiful story. I lost by beloved Dean very similarly just last year and nothing ever really fills that void. Like you, I wrote out our story and it helped me strengthen the good memories and keep them in my heart. I think about him every day and he is my forever friend. I love to hear other stories like this of how people bond with their dogs and wish that every dog could know this kind of love in their life!! God Bless you and I hope that you hold on to the happy memories forever!


Ken Berry
7/18/2009 5:06:21 AM

Your remembrances of your dog touched me greatly and like the previous commenter, I sat here weeping unashamedly. Your Katie sounded like such a wonderful dog/family member and it's obvious that your family loved her dearly. I think of my own loveable big goofus Lab-mix who's been such a treat for the 8 years we've had him. Also like your Katie our "Dutch" adopted us out in the front yard one evening. He'd been abandoned, but still willing to trust us to take care of him. He's getting older and I can barely think about how sad we'll be when his time comes. I hope we can do the right thing by him, just as you did for your Kate.


Ken Berry
7/18/2009 5:06:11 AM

Your remembrances of your dog touched me greatly and like the previous commenter, I sat here weeping unashamedly. Your Katie sounded like such a wonderful dog/family member and it's obvious that your family loved her dearly. I think of my own loveable big goofus Lab-mix who's been such a treat for the 8 years we've had him. Also like your Katie our "Dutch" adopted us out in the front yard one evening. He'd been abandoned, but still willing to trust us to take care of him. He's getting older and I can barely think about how sad we'll be when his time comes. I hope we can do the right thing by him, just as you did for your Kate.


Razor Family Farms
1/6/2009 8:10:46 AM

(My comment got cut off! Here's the last bit of the epitaph.) To mark a friend's remains these stones arise; I never knew but one, --- and here he lies.


Razor Family Farms
1/6/2009 8:09:23 AM

What a beautiful way to remember your wonderful dog. I read your story and with tears rolling down my cheeks, I immediately thought of the epitaph that Lord Byron wrote for his beloved Newfoundland, Botswain, buried at Newstead Abbey in the early 1800s. When I lost my first Golden Retriever, Aidan, a dear friend sent it to me and I read the words and knew that they were exactly right. Blessings to you, Lacy Razor www.razorfamilyfarms.com NEWS @ Razor Family Farms (GRIT.com) Near this spot Are deposited the Remains of one Who possessed Beauty without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, And all the Virtues of Man without his Vices. This Praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery If inscribed over human ashes, Is but a just tribute to the Memory of BOATSWAIN, a DOG Who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803, And died at Newstead, Nov 18th, 1808. When some proud son of man returns to earth, Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth, The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe, And storied urns record who rest below: When all is done, upon the tomb is seen, Not what he was, but what he should have been: But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still his master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, Unhonour'd falls, unnoticed all his worth, Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth: While man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven, And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven. Oh man! thou feeble tenant of an hour, Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power, Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust, Degraded mass of animated dust! Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat, Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit! By nature vile, ennobled but by name, Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame. Ye! who perchance behold this simple urn, Pass on --- it honors none you wish to mourn:






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