Wiley B. Moffatt died on Monday December 27, 2010.
We'll miss her at every hike, whenever a trout is caught and released, at every meal where a steak bone is available, where ever there is a quiet patch of sun for a warm nap, on every long drive with interesting things to be seen out the window.
She loved the beach; she loved the river, she loved her man.
She was the best dog I ever knew.
|Running wild on her favorite stream, the Rio Costilla at the Valle Vidal.|
|In her van with her man.|
|With her new best friend, Wren, on the North Platte in Wyoming.|
|Kind and tolerant of kids she forged special bonds.|
|Where she got her sunshine.|
|Ready to rock at all times.|
|Chasing bass at the Butte.|
|And always willing to lend a hand when it came to the van.|
|But napping was her specialty.|
|Rest in Peace Wiley Dog. We love you too.|