Roderick Dennis Catlin
June 4, 1950-Jan. 6, 2024
Roderick Dennis Catlin, a man full of love, life and a quirky sense of humor, passed away Saturday, Jan. 6, 2024. He was 73.
Rick was born June 4, 1950, on Scott Air Force Base, Illinois, to Robert and Imogene (Green) Catlin. After graduating from school, Rick worked for the railroad before joining the United States Navy, where he served during the Vietnam War. After his service, he retired and enjoyed breeding and raising his beloved champion Arabian horses.
During his many adventures and travels, Rick met his wife, Deb, in Eugene, Ore., and settled down to the quiet life in Shoshoni, Wyo., with her and their two children, Rayna and Joshua.
Rick’s favorite pastimes were cooking out with family, leading hunting pack trips into the mountains, and hunting with his faithful dogs, Horton, Chalie and Willow. His canine companions were dear to him. Other pets stayed behind with Deb, but Horton, Willow and Chalie are on a long walk with him now.
Rick was preceded in death by his father, Robert Dwayne Catlin, Oklahoma City, Okla.; his mother, Imogene Iva Deal, Lebo; his sister, Debra Sue Neill, Olivet; and his grandparents, Shorty and Laura Catlin, Osage City, and Marlin and Rosa Green, Quenemo.
He is survived by his wife, Deb; his son, Joshua; his daughter, Rayna; four grandchildren, Eden, Dalton, Destin and Daelyn; his brother, Robert D. Catlin, Oklahoma City, Okla.; his half-sister, Tonja Bentz, Joplin, Mo.; his aunts, Jerry Maxine Loyd (Stan), Quenemo, and Juanita Fay Williams, Pawhuska, Okla.; three nieces; a nephew; and many great-nieces and great-nephews.
A celebration of life memorial service will be held 2 p.m. Sept. 22 at Alpine Cemetery on Melvern Lake. As Rick prioritized finding joy in life and sharing it with others, the family asks that you do the same – go out and do something that brings you real joy, and share it with those around you. If you feel so moved, please join the family with your memories or stories of Rick and the times you shared.
“Let no one weep for me or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.” – Quintus Ennius
