SIMBALLOCH AMBASSADOR

"QUIGLEY"

10 September 1999 - 22 November 2007
Bred By: Geoff & Val Jones

Hips:  2:3     Elbows:  0:0     Eyes: Normal

Quigley ... Quigs ... Wiggles

It was an absolute pleasure to live with Quigley.  He was a male that did not know he was one and never gave me
an ounce of trouble.  A very gentle soul whose one aim in life was to please me and welcome everyone with the
same level of enthusiasm. He wanted to be everyone's friend and could never understand why not all wanted to be his!!!

I dragged him halfway around the country for flyball competitions where he would spend the day in a crate as he never wanted to do flyball, but as long as he got a quick run on an oval, or got to spend time with me, he was happy.

He would try and copy Guinness when he "talked" but it always came out as a stupid squeal. Sometimes he would get
so stupid I would have to push him to the ground to calm him down!!

The times that he would wag so hard that he bent his body in half and earned himself the names of Wiggles and
Squiggly Wiggly.

I remember him playing ball with Kaspa (the cat) and how Kaspa would rub himself against Quigley and "boink" him
under the chin. Tincka would then come in, search him out and scratch him, and then go over and smooch up to
Guinness and the whole time look at Quigley and almost laugh in his face. Quigley would sit there and cry at me and
almost ask why she wasn't his friend as well.

From the time he came home, he was Guinness' best friend and I am sure if Guinness had told him to leap from a tall building he would have done it.

If there was something to roll in then Quigley would find it - dead animals, dead fish, possum poo and the occasional
fresh cow pat!!!

His most annoying habit was that he would freak out about walking on the tiles, and he would never walk into a kitchen
or the bathroom, and sometimes would sit there and winge and wait for me to grab him and tell him not to be so bloody stupid and make him walk on the tiles. I am so going to miss that.

I remember when I thought Quigley would not be able to be used at stud as he was just not interested (and years of
being told he was "gay" as he was a male that did not know he was a male). But, he surprised me, and now has some fantastic kids running around the world and I am so blessed to have a number of them close by for regular visits.

Reilly now has some big shoes to fill, and if he can be only half the dog his dad was then he will be a special dog.

Quigley, I am so sorry that your last days were not the ones that you would have enjoyed, but I know that you are now up there doing boinks with Kaspa, rolling in muck, being everyone's friend but for everyone's sake I hope there are no tiles!!!!

RIP Quigley - now you can run the perimeter fence of heaven.

I thank Val and Geoff for letting me bring Quigley home and sharing the best 8 years of my life and I would not have
missed a moment of it. He was a special dog, who really was what all Labradors should be.

Quigley (along with my other dogs) contracted kennel cough. The other dogs recovered quickly, but Quigley came down
with a secondary infection which turned into pneumonia which he was fighting hard but not recovering from. In the last
week he stopped eating and what small amount he would take he could not keep down. He became quite lethargic and
had no interest in things and blood tests were undertaken. He had a large amount of fluid around the lungs and was not getting enough oxygen. The blood tests were 99% pointing towards a mass (probably near the aesophagus which had been allowed to become aggressive with all of his energy going into fighting the pneumonia. Being so weak, he would
not have survived surgery or further treatment so I had to make that painful decision over what was right for him and not
what was right for me.

I sat with him for a long time, he hardly had the energy to lift his head, but he wagged his tail, looked at me and I knew the time was right. I truely believe that he also knew that the time was right and he went peacefully with his head in my lap.

There's something missing in my home
I feel it day and night
I know it will take time and strength
Before things feel quite right

But just for now, I need to mourn
My heart.......it needs to mend
Though some may say 'its just a pet'
I know I've lost a friend

You've brought such laughter to my home
And richness to my days
A constant friend through joy and loss
with gentle loving ways

Companion, pal and confidante
A friend I won't forget
You'll live for always in my heart
My sweet forever pet

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