Her name was pronounced (Keara) and she was born on St. Patrick's day. To her contemporary's she was known as the Queen of Tipperary for her regal bearing (that rare quality of importance and dignity). She was the keenest deerhound I have ever seen in the field and an entire wall of my home is filled with her ribbons. In addition to her hunting prowess, she was a gentle, loving companion in the home with the most endearing mannerisms. Ciar had many admirers. Even people who didn't know that the Banrigh in her name (Voyagers Banrigh Ciar) meant queen, would notice the way she always held her head high with her chin tucked down along with her alert gaze and pronounce her a queen. Ciar has set a standard of accomplishments and behavior in the CuNeve' family. Had I been able to get her to more trials she may have set records. Such was her drive and athleticism. And had she not died of osteosarcoma at the young age of seven, she would have run in competition for a few more years to come
(shot on site photography)
This picture won second prize in the photo contest.