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In Memoriam

We’ve all had a connection with special dogs over the years…
here’s where we remember the ones who have left our presence, but not our hearts and memory.

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"Nigel" Ninacorte's Nigel Tuff S Nails
On July 18, 2013, we lost our beloved boy Nigel to hemangiosarcoma. He was only 12 years and 8 months, and I feet cheated. I expected him to be with me for much longer--mostly because I could not imagine my life without him.
NigelbyNancyNigel was my first Corgi. He was also my first dog. Bred by Gregg & Sue Klepp, and Haddi & Lina Kurniawan, he was born in Yorba Linda, and at the age of 10 weeks, came to live with us in Santa Ana. He later moved to his own ranchette with us in Norco.
Nigel traveled extensively in the Southwest during his life, visiting Utah, Nevada, New Mexico and Arizona. He loved to stay in hotels, and would barge right into the room ahead of us, ready to make it his own. He hiked in many national, state and regional parks, as is evidence by his travel bag, which bears patches from every place he went.
People like to joke that Nigel was the most highly educated member of our family. He graduated from puppy kindergarten and Basic Home Manners class, and then went on to earn his Canine Good Citizen award. We soon went into training for agility, and Nigel easily earned his Novice Standard Agility and Novice Jumpers with Weaves Agility titles.


He also proved his mettle as a Corgi by passing his Herding Instinct Test first time around. After that experience, he became obsessed with sheep, prompting us to take him to the club's HIT each year.
When Nigel was 6 years old, he was awarded a Therapy Dog International certification. This title came in handy when my husband had brain surgery and desperately needed pet therapy while he was in the hospital. The UCI Epilepsy Center was more than willing to let Nigel come and see his daddy. Nigel carefully took his place on my husband's hospital bed, his eyes full of love and concern.
Nigel had a great life. He had a birthday party every year, featuring all his closest canine friends. He appeared on Good Day, Sacramento with America's Favorite Vet, Marty Becker. His photo appeared in Dog World and Fido Friendly magazines.
In 2003, he was named a Fairy Steed by the PWCCSC. And finally, at the age of 11, he earned his last title, a Coursing Ability award from the AKC.
My life has not been the same since Nigel left us, and I know it never will be. He was a very, very special dog. I would often kiss his sweet nose and tell him "You are my angel from Heaven."
Now that he's gone, I know it's really true.
Audrey Pavia

Dear Jane Anderson (and PWCCSC):

image002Nigel’s passing was difficult. You introduced the two of us at a time when I needed a companion and so did he. In a way no one will ever understand, he saved my life. We walked every square inch of Pasadena together. There was a time when Nigel and I routinely walked along a nearly 5 mile course around a rather nice portion of Pasadena. If I tried to take a short-cut, he would point in the direction he wanted to go and pull HARD. I couldn’t move him. I went where he wanted. Gladly.

I miss Nigel. I think of him everyday. I always will.

Our family had an Alaskan Malamute when I was a child who lived to be twelve. We had to put him down due to a nervous system dysfunction. When we did, I made him a promise: I’d get another Alaskan Malamute and do better by him than I had by Orca (our family Malamute). Well, I lived in an apartment from 1988-2008, so that was not permissible (Orca passed in 1992). After graduate school I desperately wanted to adopt another dog. I was told by EVERY adoption agency, regardless of breed, that I wasn’t eligible because I lived in an apartment. I couldn’t even adopt a Chihuahua. Then, you arrived on the scene.

image004You decided that if I was active enough, I could own a Corgi. God bless you for thinking out of the narrow, constrictive box that affects every other adoption agency. One has to think beyond convention and get to know the person who is doing the adopting. A mere online form tells you nothing. That’s how it works in the human world and that’s how it should work in the canine world too. You are the ONLY adoption agent that I contacted who recognized this truth. In fact, I was turned down by the PWCCSC on my first two attempts. Try number three landed me with you. You and you alone, Miss Jane, decided that I was worth Nigel and that Nigel was worth me. It worked. Nothing in my life (except my recent marriage) has worked better. You had, and have, tremendous insight.

I adopted Nigel when he was almost four. If you recall, he was approximately 54 pounds when I adopted him. At one point, the heyday of his desire to walk, he was 31 pounds and could leap tall buildings in a single bound. More typically, he weighed around 37-38 pounds. The target weight you passed along to me from your vet on the day of his adoption was “under 40 pounds.” We succeeded. It took about three months for me to get him from 54 to 40 pounds, and from there, it was easy. He loved to walk. He loved to do everything with me. He loved to live.

image008Mr. Nigel Darby lived to be 13 years and seven months. He and I had an exquisite life together. I would venture to guess that he was among the happiest Corgis on the planet. Happier than the dogs owned by all the adoption agents who turned me down, that’s for sure!

Unfortunately, Nigel had cancer. He had had three tumor removal surgeries and one joint replacement (his knee). He eventually died of cutaneous vasculitis. On his deathbed, our veterinarian took some last minute radiographs and found two more undiscovered tumors pressing up against his intestines. At least one of them had initiated severe internal bleeding on the morning of his death. My wife, a veterinary technician, caught the change in his behavior immediately. Within hours, he was without hope. He was put down that day. Our veterinarian, who lives several miles away (this is Texas, miles are longer here), came to our house that night to attend a wake. She was in tears most of the night. This is a woman who was a particle physicist with a Ph.D. from M.I.T. who decided, in her late 40’s, to become a veterinarian. She then went to the University of Illinois (she had been working at Argonne National Laboratory) and got her DVM. Now she practices outside of San Antonio and we are very fortunate to know her. Her name is Dr. Theresa Fuess. Nigel made such an impact on Dr. Fuess’s life, that she felt that she had to mourn his passing with us. Dr. Fuess is an amazing woman, but more to the point, Nigel was a profoundly great dog.

image006I’ve attached some photos of Nigel. I hope that you can publish them in your newsletter. He was and is the most amazing dog I’ve ever known - although I have another Corgi named Tyler (that’s how my wife and I met, but that’s another story) staring at me as I type this who disagrees. I would GLADLY accept another PWCCSC adoptee, although I live in San Antonio, TX now. If there was a convenient way to get a PWCCSC pup here, though, I’d take gladly take one. After my experience with darling, wonderful Nigel, I can’t think of a better thing to do.

Recall that you were told by his original parents that he didn’t like toys. Well, he learned from his Corgi brother Tyler, and his German Shepherd friend Sophie that toys were a lot of fun. After a few years with me, Nigel came to truly enjoy toys. He didn’t quite know what to do with them, but he recognized from the other dogs that he was supposed to like them and he felt my pleasure when he played with them, so he did what he could. I will include at least one picture of him with a toy (although it’s outside during a hot San Antonio summer, so he’s not doing anything with it).


Craig Eastwood

"Wyndie" BIS CH Coventry Candle N' the Wynd, ROMX

Dearest Friends,

With a tear in my eye I am letting everyone know that earlier this month we said goodbye to Wyndie, my first Corgi. My first Best In Show dog, and a big part of Coventry. At 15, one would think I would be prepared, but as I always tell my clients you can tell your head but you can't tell your heart. I have built barriers to protect myself when I help clients and friends through this, but this was very hard for me. She literally changed my life and made me who I am today.

Her accolades are well known. Her Great great great grand kids are playing in the puppy yard now and her offspring include more than 100 Best In Show dogs in many countries. Carley, Pennant, Molly, Allie, V, Johnny, Gigi, Scoop and Etta, they all go back to her.

She was just a really great friend. She was always happy to see you and would try and talk. She always tried to convince me that I didn’t have to go to work and should stay home with her. She never missed a meal, even during the days she was failing... and she never missed a chance to see if the clothes dryer had eaten any toys she needed to rescue when I unloaded it. She would stand at the dryer and see what it had to give her.






Her Best In Show was her first time out as a special.

She didn't have any hair but we left her in because if her sister took the breed over her it would be another point.  My friend Julie showed her in the breed, she didn't show well but she won the breed anyway. When she won the group the judge raved about her. I swear during that day she keep looking more and more pregnant, as she was about 2 1/2 weeks along.

During Best In Show I knew we didn't have much of a chance. The January shows were very competitive with all the new dogs trying to get a leg up on the new year. When she won it was a moment I will never forget. I woke up in the middle of the night and made sure the ribbon was real... it was not a dream.

She spent one of her last days in our hospital so I could install a catheter so when the time came we could do what we had to do at home. She spent hours letting my staff pet her, collected more cookies than I will ever know about, and gave her famous chin hugs to anyone who wanted one… she never lost her inner sparkle.

Some of you knew it was coming, and I thank you for your support. We buried her with her mother and sister, and she will always live in our hearts. When you see one of our dogs trotting around the ring, remember her, and smile.

Thanks for the ride, my dearest Wyndie

Beckie Williams, DVM

“Halle” Highgrove On Gossamer Wings CD AX AXJ RE

On April 27, 2012, we said goodbye to our “Halle”, Highgrove On Gossamer Wings CD AX AXJ RE, bred by Barb Hughes.

From the day she came into my life, she was the teacher and I, the student. Such heart and drive, I miss her every day. She was my sweet, sweet girl.

Go find Bill.

Beth Mendoza



"Spirit" CH Salvenik Spirit PT  CGC

He was born as the Queen mum's casket was coming out of Westminster Abby.

Flew with me to America on the 4th of July, right after 911. The United flight crew let him sleep next to me and put little American flags on top of the seat. The crew and other passengers kept coming by to see Spirit of America and England, just 12 weeks old. He left this earth at the closing of the Olympics in London.

True to his native birth he was forever my protector, never more than a few feet away... Sir Spirit. The neighbors always told me they knew when I was not home as there was Spirit waiting at the gate. Now he waits by the Rainbow bridge, not blinking nor paying any attention to another dog or person.

He was my #8 Pem . . never did I have one so devoted.

Beverlee Michalik

"Abby" Rojanway Country Sunshine
July 22, 1999 - February 17, 2011

Abby brightened everyone’s day. She was a wonderful, loving corgi who had a beautiful sparkle that we will always remember. Ab was a real character; she made us smile all the time. We love her and miss her. She will always have a very special place in our hearts.

Colleen Gray