| Here is where you get to read about our pets from the past. Those special ones we miss who helped shape us to who we are today. Tho they might not be with us they are seldom far from our thoughts. Please contact us if you need help or assistance in finding grief counseling about losing one of your beloved animals. |
| My Game's Sunkissing Ice ~ our very first cocker spaniel. Caspurr~ my very first pet. Rocky, Solaris, Baby, King & Butch ~ lost in our housefire in 2001. Patches~passed away at the ripe age of 16. Kattery's Heaven Sent 4 Me ~ Angelito |

| My very first cocker spaniel. This story still brings tears to my eyes and looking at his photo next to where I am typing this message I still feel the ache of missing him. I was just a teenager when I was worked as an assistant for his breeder. Prior to meeting her and her cocker spaniels I have to admit I wasn't particularly impressed with them. The ones I had encountered were often sickly and not so nice in the vet office where I worked. Meeting Heidi Lamy of My Game Cockers changed my mind completely. Her cockers are the epitpmy of grace and embody everything a cocker spaniel should be. Beauty, grace, brains and a merry attitude. I will confess here that the first cocker spaniel I fell in luv with was Sunkiss's Aunt ~ I do not recall her full name but like Sunkiss she was a red and white. I used to love to brush her long full ears for hours when I pet sat or whenever Heidi would bring her into the grooming shop to be groomed. Shortly after starting to work with Heidi she had a litter of parti puppies~ 1 girl (b/w) and 5 red and white boys! I fell in luv with him because of the lil pink spot on the side of his nose. A flaw I was told and if anyone was going to show him it would need to be dyed! (yes they do some odd things in the showring). I talked Heidi out of having that done and also talked her into selling him to me on payments. I should have shown him he was such a fantastic specimen but at that point in time I was still struggling to support myself and finish school. 2 of Sunshine's Brothers and his sister became champions very quickly and he had I not neutered him and kept him as simply a "pet" (aka my best friend) would have easily too. |
| Sunkiss, named because of his Color and the kiss of pink on his nose, wasn't even registered with the AKC yet when he past away. He would have been MY GAME'S SUN KISSING ICE, as all in that litter were asked to have a "winter" theme. Sunkiss went everywhere with me, work, friends, school even! The taxi drivers in the city even knew on sight. He was the best ever. So well behaved, so loving, so good in every sense of the word. I am bawling like a baby as I type this and its been over a dozen years since his passing. Some wounds even time will never heal. I share this story because I know there are many out there who like me have lost someone so much a part of themselves that others don't understand why you still feel that loss. My poor baby was lost in a hit and run accident and I wasn't even home (I was away visiting my father) when it happened. I am told he did not suffer and passed instantly and knowing that he never felt pain helps but I still miss him to this day. For a long time after he passed away I couldn't even look at another cocker spaniel without choking up. I refused to have another cocker in my life for a long time. I felt I had not just let Sunkiss down but his breeder as well because I wasn't there to prevent him from dying. Overtime I have come to understand that there are things we can never change no matter how much we wish to and I have even named my first cocker spaniel since Sunkiss after him in a way. Kattery's Sunshine N Lollipops, tho he doesn't look exactly like him (sunshine is a mismarked buff) he has that same love and spirit and adores me. I would like to take a moment to thank Heidi of My Game Cockers~ I haven't spoken to her in many years and I am not sure she'd even remember me at this point its been so long ago. She taught me so much and introduced me to the World of Cocker Spaniels. Thank you for trusting me with Sunkiss who tho he wasn't with me nearly long enough to make either of us happy, he left his pawprints on my soul forever and changed my life. |
| My very first pet. Caspurr wasn't to come into my life until I was in high school For years I had begged for a pet, anything more than Goldfish was an absolute NO from both my parents! I remember being in kindergarten and becoming the "girlfriend" of the boy down the street just because he had 3 dogs! Poor Peter~ I am sure he was a nice enough kid but I only had eyes for his pets. My earliest memory is of getting a sample in the mail (remember way back when those were mailed out all the time) of catfood and breaking the rules so I could cross the street on my own to find the neighbors cat and feed it so that it would let me pet it. My childhood was sad that way~ deprived of a loving understanding companion and I think the years of solitude and loneliness without a pet in my life are part of the reason I love and cherish mine as I do now~ sure there are alot of them but I have ALOT of love to give. I do not understand to this day why my parents NEVER let me have a pet~ my father's mother adores dogs (I take all my puppies to meet my grandma and call them her great grand puppies) and my mother later let me have Caspurr. Caspurr was a kitten at the local pound. My mother made the mistake of asking me what I wanted for my 8th grade graduation present! I had an immediate answer! I want a puppy! ~NO~ How about a kitty?!? ~ Maybe. |
| Rocky is Emmykitty's father, the maine coone who my boyfriend at the time found outside our apartment as a stray kitten. Solaris is the orange tabby and white kitty that the next boyfriend in my life bought me as a present one day when we lived in Pennsylvania. Baby, Butch & King were red doberman pups my last boyfriend and I had when we had our 15 acre ranch outside of Phoenix in the Whispering Ranch Area between SunCity and Wickenburg. This Ranch house is the one that burned down and I lost Caspurr in as well. I also wound up losing my 8 month along baby/fetus when I miscarried from the stress of everything (finding out the fire was arson and meant to kill me so that the then boyfriend could collect the insurance money) less than 3 weeks later. The year 2001 is the darkest one in my entire life thus far and I surely do hope I never have a year like it again. Strangely enough the only surviving pic of Rocky and Solaris also has Bubba in it. |
| She took me and my younger sister to the local pound one day later that week and I had in my mind already entertained millions of types of kitties I might want to have and settled on wanting a Dark Tiger Stripe. I knew nothing of exotic breeds or the proper names of their colors etc. There were no tabbys at the pound that day. I held every kitty in the place (the kennel attendant let me hold each one as she cleaned out their cages) and there were lots of them and yet none really stood out to me until we went to the back row. I was told this back row was the ones who's time was almost up. Due to overcrowding they only could keep any one animal for 2 weeks. I remember her handing me Caspurr and I thought nothing of it. He was a taby and white and not particularly striking and not at all what I had imagined or dreamed about. YET he knew I was meant for him.. so much so that he scratched and clawed me to get my attention. Yup that's right~ not one of the others so muched as wiggled away but he scratched me (Deeply thru my shirt), hissed and fussed. It was odd~ he didn't try to get away and he wasn't mean he just gave me such attitude for a lil kitty that he woke me up. Casper was the name he given at the shelter and I only changed it to Caspurr later because despite his attitude at the shelter that day he never ever disagreed with me or was agressive again~ unless you count the vet's office and that was more fear than being mean and he never acted out otherwise. I was a silly kid at this age and came up with a long full name to try and capture who he was. This should give you all a good well needed laugh after reading my last story~ Caspurr Louis Heart Lambert NintendoJumper, Whiskers, Soft Paws, Velvet Ears Ferdine. Caspurr was only 7 when he was diagnosed with a grade III heart murmur. We saw a specialist who conducted an ultrasound and discovered the severe heart murmur was the result of a mass growing on the valves of his heart. I was told then that he had a small chance of living more than 6 months, and then only if we took the medication to help his blood pressure religiously. Poor Caspurr (aka Bubba at this point because he was a big fat bubbakitty.) hated vet's offices and medication but I spent the next 6 months giving him the big tablet he needed to take twice a day every day. He'd run away from me when he saw the pill bottle and Oh My how fast he'd hide if he saw the cat carrier come out of the storage closet. After 6 months and he was still never showing any signs of not even feeling unwell I took him in to another specialist and had another ultrasound done~ same results. I however was not going to put Bubba threw another 6 months of his least favorite things (taking pills and visiting doctors) just so I could hold onto him longer because I knew losing him would devastate me. We stopped the pills, we never saw another vet with him again. He travelled back and forth from Phoenix to Pennsylvania with me when I moved again and then back again to Phoenix and it was 5 years later when he passed away~ not from anything related to his heart but tragically he ran back into the house when it was on fire and passed away that way. We never recovered his remains and for many years I had nightmares dreaming of the fire and losing him. I have never let another kitty as close to me other than Emmykitty since that day and Emmykitty survived that same fire with me. I do like my cats but they are mostly Terry's kitties. He teases me all the time about what will happen if/when Emmykitty passes. I have it in my will that if I pass away first he is to eventually be buried with me and if he passes away first I will have his ashes in the coffin with me. (Photos coming soon~ we have very few left after the house fire in 2001) |
| Patches was a mixed breed older dog (she was said to be at least 9 when we adopted her) who my husband and I adopted from Petsmart in Phoenix just shortly after we got married in. Both of us wanted to add a dog to our family and I was hoping for a lap dog to keep me company while he worked. When it comes to my husband tho things seldom go according to plan and instead of getting me a dog he fell in love at first sight with Patches who was the opposite of what we had set out to bring home with us. Patches coward in the corner with the volunteer and didn't even want to be petted. She was a scruffly looking mutt who had spots similar to a Dalmation so the volunteers said she was a Dalmation mix. She in fact was probably more than likely a German Short Hair Pointer mix as later seeing pics of them she has lots of their same features. He fell in love with her probably because she needed us 100 times more than any of the other dogs and puppies there needed anyone. We brought her home and she jumped onto the couch and became a couch potato for the first 6 weeks until she got brave enough to venture into our bedroom where she jumped onto my side of the bed to snuggle up to her "Daddy" and gave me a look like you can go now~ we're happy. LOL She would jump into bed with him whenever I left the room and reluctantly get back out when I returned but only if he told her to get down. When she was down she would sleep on the floor on his side of the bed. She seldom ventured out of that spot as she got older. When we drove semi cross country she came with us (as did our 2 cats at the time) and on the times I would sleep in the bunk while my husband drove she would sit up front with him. I loved Patches and I know on some level she loved me (even if it was the I want him ALL FOR ME level) too as when the husband wasn't around she was still a very good dog. Patches was one of the main reasons we moved to Kansas actually. We always promised her green grass of her own (she didn't care for anything else) one day and she got it. Unfortunately we were living here with her (and the cockers) only a few months when a neighbor's pit bull jumped our fence into our yard and attacked her. We think she was defending the cocker spaniels who were at the time just pups and bless her at least 14 years old heart she kept them safe. She broke the leg of the pit bull (as well as lots of other cuts and bites) who only managed to break her jaw. It took us 15 minutes at least to break them up. Sadly because of her advanced age we decided to let her go rather than put her thru several surgeries and having her jaw wired shut for several weeks in order to heal. Both my husband and I bawled to and from the vet's office the entire half hour trip. I have never seen him cry before or since then. Patches is buried in our flower garden, wrapped up in her favorite blanket surrounded by her very own green grass. Photos coming soon. |
| Kattery'z Heaven Sent 4 Me ~ Angelito is the first and only puppy we have lost since beginning our breeding program here at Kattery Kennels. He was born a healthy weight, was active, nursed well (tho we started supplementing him with formula as soon as we realized he wasn't thriving) the only problem was that he couldn't seem to maintain his body temperature and despite being massaged to help his circulation often was "cold" to the touch. He did not even make it to 3 days old. I cried my eyes out and Terry found a beautiful spot in our flower garden to give him an eternal resting place. We believe that there are some souls that God so needs to have with him that they can only spend a short time here with us. Despite the time length was never diminished in amount at all. We chose the name because we do believe that Heaven Sent for him and he is now a "little angel". |

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