Miss Fish belonged to our very first, and now late, Treasurer, Joy Fisher, who died recently at the age of 93. This little black bitch is 15 years old and was taken in by JR Whippet Rescue after Joy’s death a few months ago. Her new owner, Sue Tyler, lives in Berkshire and has taken several of the Rescue’s really old whippets. She is the daughter of the Griffiths who were co-owners of the well known Chancerick Whippets. She says, ‘This was JR Whippet Rescue at its very best. With only a couple of days’ notice, intrepid Trustee, Sue Shakespeare, and her husband Kevin, set off from Essex to Kent. When they arrived at their destination, the road was closed and they had to pick their way through debris and dug up drains to reach the house, then walk the three back to the car again. They then drove to Berkshire where Sue Tyler met them with Lilah Wainman, who has since rehomed the other two whippets, a mother and daughter, together.’
Sue’s other whippet, Mr Fox, at 14 years old, also a Rescue, has introduced Miss Fish to her new life. She only has one eye, but has adapted very well, is very happy and very feisty. She bullies poor Mr Fox who has been with Sue for nearly two years now, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
We are very grateful to Sue for taking her.
Wonderful news that a new home has been found. All the best from a fellow whippet lover (ours is currently asleep under our duvet). All the best to kind Sue & Kevin & your family for a happy future.
I have recently become aware of the passing of Joy Fisher. I first met Joy when she came to asses my suitability to receive a whippet from the rescue. When I confessed I wanted one to catch rabbits I passed her test with flying colours. We became good Friends . She was impressed with the high level of training that I put into my whippet in a very short time. Blue Boy would walk to heel , retrieve ,jump over hurdles and return to my command ( usually ) and bark on command. I introduced her to lamping , which she thoroughly enjoyed and she took me coursing which I thoroughly enjoyed. We must have looked a strange partnership. a little prim and proper elderly lady with her ever present bottle of tea wine in her pocket and me a thirty year old six foot cockney driving her to meetings in her camper van. On first meeting Joy would come across as a very correct lady who would not suffer fools gladly. But once you got to know her she was great fun and had a great sense of humour. She lived for her whippets and her little Italian greyhound , dimitie. I have never met such a character as her and they don’t make them like that any more.
RIP Joy