While out for a walk in the woodland near their home., someone from behind the trees shot & killed their dog.  Laurence heard a bang then a yelp, he turned around to see his dog  lying on the ground behind him. He picked Bowie up, carried her home, she died thereafter.They are totally devastated, Bowie was the child they couldn’t have, she was their world.  Apparently 4 youths with air guns were seen in the area by the local police. 3 had guns, one didn’t. Police suspect that the youth without the gun is most likely the one who shot Bowie but threw away his gun afterwards.

Very difficult to prove and even if they do prove him/them guilty the chance of charges being laid are between zip & zero.

This is the article Bowie’s owner wrote and submitted to the local papers in hopes that someone will tell thier story.

Lethal Shooting in Grande Cache Tuesday morning, March 11, Bowie was out for her usual walk, along the trails behind Phase 5, when someone shot and killed her. We first met Bowie in 2003 in the tiny Dogrib community of Wekweti, in the remote Northwest Territories. She was running around with a pack of other strays, friendly but starving. No one owned them, but they would sometimes get handouts of caribou or moose meat. To the disapproval of many in the community, we fed them scraps: Bowie would eat potato peelings, anything. She and several other dogs lived under our house, although sometimes they would be gone for days. It got to be -45, and we noticed Bowie was pregnant. Then one day after an absence she showed up limping pathetically with a couple of nearly-severed toes, evidence of being caught in a trap. So with some trepidation we let her in the house, likely her first time ever indoors. She immediately adapted, letting us know when she needed out, never destroying things (except that one time she inexplicably ripped up my income tax files), and respecting my much-beloved 16-year-old cat. This was particularly remarkable, because we knew a large part of her diet was mice and squirrels. She soon had four adorable, rambunctious puppies, which we shipped to Vancouver where they were placed in good homes through my mother-in-law’s animal welfare society. In the fall of 2004 we moved with Bowie to Port Coquitlam, temporarily. Bowie had her first trip to the vet, where she was spayed and pronounced in excellent health. But a few months later, she seemed to be in pain so we took her back to the vet, where after many tests and thorough exams, it was discovered that she was riddled with shotgun pellets, from her face to the tip of her tail. One or more of these pellets had worked their way to a nerve, which was causing acute pain. The vet was able to remove several of these pellets and relieve the pain, but said it wasn’t possible to remove them all. Bowie soon recovered, although she had a minor setback when she was hit by a car. Her injuries were minor, thankfully, and she moved back North with us to Norman Wells. Bowie was happy back in her element, and enjoyed running with us on skis or skidoo, she could literally go all day. After two years we relocated to Grande Cache, where a routine trip to the vet revealed that Bowie had a cancerous tumor. The tumor was removed, and there was hope it would be non-life-threatening. Bowie made another quick recovery. She enjoyed Grande Cache, especially all the hiking opportunities and the proximity of forest trails for quicker walks. She was used to three or four walks a day, on-leash around town, off-leash on the trails, and it wasn’t a chore to take her out: it was sometimes the best part of the day. Until someone shot her, on Tuesday. We haven’t been out on a walk since. This cruel and senseless murder of our dear friend is deeply disturbing. We cannot understand it. Those who knew Bowie, and even those who have only heard about her, are shocked and upset. Bowie was six years old, she’d overcome many hardships and was in the prime of her life. She was one-of-a-kind, an endearing dog, with lots of quirks and funny habits. And the way that she died is tragic, brutal and ironic. She was not attacking someone, she was not destroying property, she was not even trespassing: she was enjoying her morning walk. She was less than 100m from her owner. She was wearing a collar and could not be mistaken for anything but a dog, someone’s pet. We hope that the perpetrator will come forward so that they can pay for their crime. We ask that anyone with information on this tragedy call the RCMP.