In Memory


Gone but never forgotten.


” We cannot
lose the things we love;

For those that we truly
cared about,

become …  a part of


Helen Keller (1880-1968)



CH Strathraer Hyland Brae

” Stroyka”


4/04/91 – 9/01/04


Stroyka was our first Aussie Golden, and
foundation dog, an absolutely delightful dog,  my once in a life time dog.
He was loved by many, such a character at times I think he was human.


He went to Rainbow bridge after a long
illness, we had 18 wonderful months with him until it was time to let him


I still miss him everyday.


call him a dog hardly seems to do him justice,

Though in as much as he had four legs, a tail, and barked,

admit he was, to all outward appearances.

But to those of us who knew him well, he was a perfect gentleman.”


Hermione Gingold  [1897 – 1987]


CH Camuka Monarch ofthe Glen




I brought you into this world nearly 15 years ago and
today I had to say good bye.

The toughest decision to make, but life was getting too hard, you were in pain
and every day a struggle. This morning we knew it was time, and you left us
peacefully surrounded by your family at home. 

Archie you were our first homebred Champion, and we had so much fun, you were a
delight to show, and would fly around the ring, with
your beautiful movement. I remember selecting you as a baby, and you just stood
out from an early age, not just looks but with a super personality. You won
under many breed specialists and your BOB at Melbourne Royal was one of our most
memorable occasions, Sadly you developed cataracts at age 4, so we never had the
opportunity to continue your lines, although the few children you did have, were
successful in many areas. There is so much more I could write, about your other
show wins, being part of the Responsible school program, but at the end of the
day you were just a wonderful companion and mate, loved everyone, and never a
bad word. (except to the mail man on his motor bike who you disliked until the



RIP our beautiful boy, may you find plenty of tennis
balls at Rainbow Bridge and no mailmen on motor bikes!

Forever loved by Mark, Jane, Nick, Tom and all at Camuka.




Chaleur High N Mighty


14/12/2003 – 2/10/2013



Oaklodge Juliana

” Ana”


  25.1.98 – 10.2002


Ana is behind all our current breeding
stock, she was a delightful sweet natured girl, who did not like showing but
was a wonderful brood bitch passing on her soundness & temperament to her
kids. Her legacy lives on in her son Ch Camuka Monarch OfThe Glen.  Ana
was placed in a home, to live out her retirement, but tragically after only 4
months, she escaped and was killed by a truck. I was broken hearted when I
found out as she was only 4 and had so many years left in her life.

“If there
is a heaven, it is certain 

 our dogs are to be

lives become so interwoven 

 with our own, it would
take more 

 than an Archangel to 

 disentangle them.”


P. Brown 


Tamesis Chelsea


 Sire: Ch
Ribbonwood Classic Ruler   Dam: Cheswood Honey Bird


30/10/1992 – 12/3/2006


The matriarch of Camuka and our 2nd Golden, Zoe went to rainbow
bridge after a short illness, at age 13yrs 4mths. She was a tough old girl who
was never sick a day in her life and despite having serious arthritis from age 7
she was stoic until the very end. We will all miss your woo woo greeting when we
come home Zoe, and your eyes so full of wisdom, now gone to be reunited
with her mate Stroyka.



Zoe aged 13 yrs enjoying a bone.

We thought of you with love today but that
is nothing new

We thought about you yesterday and days before that too,

We think of you in silence we often speak your name

All we have are memories and your picture in a frame

Your memory is our keepsake with which we’ll never part

God has you in His keeping we have you in our hearts…


Camuka Peaches n Creme


Sire:  Ch
Verduras Just Jasper Dam: Tamesis Chelsea

1994- 1/11/2010


Jasmin, started
her life with us at Camuka, and was retired from the show ring as did not
enjoy it. She went to live with the Stocks family and came back to us to
have two lovely litters.

Jasmin passed away at the grand old age of fifteen & a half.

RIP Sweet Jassie


Camuka Caitlins Gold


1996 –  November 2011

Katie passed away at age 15, exactly to the day of her mum Jasmin
who died in 2010.

showed so much promise as a show girl, but poor hips, meant she was retired and
spent 14 wonderful years with Linda, Leon & Nathan Himmelfarb.

Katie is now resting peacefully in her
favorite spot – our back garden. Her grave is covered with little white
saxifrage plants and flowers, and I am currently making her a gravestone out of

She spent hundreds of hours over her fifteen year life lying outside, nose in
the air twitching at the various sounds and smells, her silky ears gently
lifting in the breeze. Even after she lost her sight she would look up at the
sky and blink contentedly. The birds that visit our garden were never afraid of
her, they knew the gentleness of her nature.


Camuka Rhapsody In Blue

” Jolie”


18/11/02 -6/08/04


Our beautiful Jolie, recently left for
rainbow bridge. I still find it very hard to accept her parting as she was
only 20 months old, and nursing a single baby girl, when she suddenly became
ill. A spinal tumor was diagnosed. It seems so unfair to lose such a
promising girl, she was the baby of Camuka. Her memory now lives on in her
daughter, Lolli.




” How
small a part of time they share

   That are so
wondrous sweet and fair! “


Edmund Waller. (1605-1687)



Leda Of Western Lodge



2/6/82- 1994


Emma was my first Golden, and it was her
wonderful character that installed my love of Goldens. I showed her until
she developed Pyometra, and was spayed. We also dabbled in some obedience. She
became mum & dads dog when I went to university and then traveled over





thinks, admitted to that equal sky,

Our faithful dog shall
bear us company” . . .


Alexander Pope (1688–1744)











A Living Love


If you
ever love an animal, there are three days in your life

you will always remember….




first is a day, blessed with happiness, when you bring home your young new
friend. You may have spent weeks deciding on a breed. You may have asked
numerous opinions of many vets, or done long research in   finding a breeder.
Or, perhaps in a fleeting moment, you may have just chosen that silly looking
mutt in a shelter—simple because something in its eyes reached your heart. But
when you bring that chosen pet home, and watch it explore, and claim its special
place in your hall or front room—and when you feel it brush against you for
the first time—it instills a feeling of pure love you will carry with you
through the many years to come.

The second day will occur eight or nine or
ten years later. It will be a day like any other.  Routine and unexceptional.
But, for a surprising instant, you will look at your longtime friend and see age
where you once saw youth. You will see slow deliberate steps where you once saw
energy. And you will see sleep when you once saw activity. So you will begin to
adjust your friend’s diet—and you may add a pill or two to her food. And you
may feel a growing fear deep within yourself, which bodes of a coming emptiness.
And you will feel this uneasy feeling, on and off, until the third day finally

And on this day—if your friend and God
have not decided for you, then you will be faced with making a decision of your
own–on behalf of your lifelong friend, and with the guidance of your own
deepest Spirit. But whichever way your friend eventually leaves you–you will
feel as long as a single star in the dark night.

If you are wise, you will let the tears
flow as freely and as often as they must. And if you are typical, you will find
that not many in your circle of family or friends will be able to understand
your grief, or comfort you.

But if you are true to the love of the pet
you cherished through the many joy-filled years, you may find that a soul—a
bit smaller in size than your own–seems to walk with you, at times, during the
lonely days to come.

And at moments when you least expect
anything out of the ordinary to happen, you may feel something brush against
your leg—very very lightly.

And looking down at the place where your
dear, perhaps dearest, friend used to lay—you will remember those three
significant days. The memory will most likely to be painful, and leave an ache
in your heart–As time passes the ache will come and go as if it has a life of
its own. You will both reject it and embrace it, and it may confuse you. If you
reject it, it will depress you. If you embrace it, it will deepen you. Either
way, it will still be an ache.

But there will be, I assure you, a fourth
day when—along with the memory of your pet—and piercing through the
heaviness in your heart—there will come a realization that belongs only to
you.  It will be as unique and strong as our relationship with each animal we
have loved, and lost. This realization takes the form of a Living Love—like
the heavenly scent of a rose that remains after the petals have wilted, this
Love will remain and grow–and be there for us to remember. It is a love we have
earned. It is the legacy our pets leave us when they go. And it is a gift we may
keep with us as long as we live. It is a Love which is ours alone. And until we
ourselves leave, perhaps to join our Beloved Pets–it is a Love we will always




by: Martin
Scot Kosins



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