Wicca Wacka Wu-Wu, the Whippet from Windyglen--or simply "Wicca" to those who loved her most--died on Tuesday. She was 15 years old.
Wicca, who was born on a wide open range at the Windyglen Kennel in Redding, daughter of two racing champions, spent the majority of her life in Boulder Creek, CA with her family, both two legged Mavers and four. She was put to rest peacefully by the family vet Dr. McConnell in the loving embrace of most of her family, with Flidais and Fergus standing watch over her.
Wicca spent the majority of her life being a wild, energetic pup. She loved chasing after our family cats, seagulls on the beach, squirrels on Irwin Way, and wild baby pigs in the forest (she might have accidentally killed the pig).
A former pack puppy, Wicca embraced the role of pack leader with dignity and grace after Puck, Oenghus and Mab moved on. She was well mannered and wonderful to travel, cuddle in bed, or go on long hikes with.
Until her dying day, Wicca was dedicated to following my mom's every footstep (my mom called Wicca "my shadow"), tirelessly licking Fergus' ears (his favorite thing) and begrudgingly accepting Flidais' cuddles.
She was everything you could ever want in a dog and more. And saying goodbye was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do, even though it was time.
You're a good girl, Wicca. Have fun chasing those birds with Yoko, Fagan, Puck, Oenghus, Mab and Neasa. You'll be alive in our hearts forever.
We love you.