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 The Spirit Of A Greyhound
and the spirit of a Greyhound was lying at my feet. He looked at me with kind dark eyes, ancient wisdom shining through in the essence of his being, I saw the love there too. His mind did lock upon my heart as I stood there on that day, and he told me of this story about a place so far away. As I stood upon that hillside in a field of blowing wheat, in a twinkling of a second his spirit left my feet. His tale did put my heart at ease, all my fears did fade away about what lay ahead of me on another distant day. "I live among God's creatures now in the heavens of your mind, so do not grieve for me, my friend as I am with my kind. My collar is a rainbow's hue, my leash a shooting star. my boundaries are the Milky Way where I sparkle from afar. There are no pens or kennels here for I am not confined, but I'm free to roam God's heavens among the Greyhound kind. I nap the day on a snowy cloud gentle breezes rocking me, and dream the dreams of earthlings, and how it used to be. (Author Unknown)
Bounty Boon, where should I begin. He was brought to my house as a foster who was
recently healed from a broken hock and listed at being 7 years old and was a BIG boy.
I couldn't believe no one was interested in him because he was such a beautiful boy
and after he was here for about 4 weeks so I had to keep him. He was the sweetest,
loving boy I had ever known. He was confident but not arrogant. He was so active
I couldn't believe he was seven. And he wasn't, he was four. He had some very
impressive times in his short career at Bluff's Run. He never ceased to make me
laugh and feel loved. He was a tremendous confidence booster to our friend Lynn's
shy Bailey. It was the one dog he loved to run with. Kizzie
We had just celebrated our 12th "gotcha day" last Sunday We knew her time was
limited but it still seems to have come to fast. Kizz was a special one.
In her younger years she was one of the best meet & greet dogs around.
If it had legs, she wanted to say Hi. She loved everyone & everything.
She was just such a sweet hound. She put up going to obedience
classes with me and achieved her AKC Canine Good Citizenship title
shortly after joining us. At the track she was called a "butterfly".
She was retired after only a couple months because she would rather "flit"
around or chase butterflies than pay attention to the task at hand (chasing the lure!).
While not the best around or a consistent competitor, She did enjoy competing in lure
coursing with me. She achieved her AKC Senior Courser title and the American Sighthound
Field Associations Field Champion title At home she was just a great companion.
She never did anything wrong. She was Chris' little girl. His little KizzKizz.
Always a perfect lady. Our home and hearts feel very empty right now but we
know she's in good hands at the bridge. Until we meet again little Kizz-poo,
Godspeed sweet girl
I never expected to lose Goliath so soon - and especially to cancer - and thought
I had many more years left. I think we all do. Goliath came to me from Iowa on
a cold November day. He was not a happy boy for many months. I think he truly
loved racing and his trainer. Most of his racing career was in southern Florida.
Goliath followed me around in the house and liked to keep me in sight.
He had terrible thunderphobia and was even worse with fireworks.
He was a beautiful big brindle boy whom I loved dearly.
Sweet Birdie (3/24/03 to 1/22/08) 
 Gina Swanson 4/26/98 - 7/6/09 
 a "Special Angel"
I hadn't the slightest idea how much I would learn about love in our
short four years and three months together. Meek, quiet, unassuming,
tentative...yet always ready and able to love, Daisy was the embodiment
of what dogs give to humans. No matter how hard her life had been
before--no matter how much about her I didn't know--all that mattered to
her was enjoying her life and making others happy. Forcing her nose
under my hand so I would pet her...mouthing a few excited whispers
before she could get out a squeaky, high yelp, her quiet nature making
her bark a rare and silly treat...the list of special things about Daisy
goes on and on. She was happiest with her favorite squeaky toy, Lil
Buddy, running with other dogs at the dog park, and being nestled in the
corner of the couch at home clutching a toy. Her expressive eyes showed
the depth of her soul, tinged with an underlying sense of worry...she
longed for companionship and a manner as gentle as hers, and to know
that she wouldn't lose that. Among Daisy's last missions of generosity
was her volunteer time as a therapy dog at Good Samaritan Hospital,
where she visited patients from August through October 2009, shortly
before she was diagnosed with osteosarcoma. To her last day she walked
on her own, and loved through the pain. She truly made me a better
person and taught me the meaning of compassion. When I got her, her
medical records indicated she had an enlarged heart. Even in her last
weeks, the OSU vets took x-rays of it just to examine its unique size.
But by that time it was news to no one that she had a big heart. Those
who knew her were privileged to find that out for themselves. Worry no
more, Daisy...you are fast and free again, this time forever...and
always loved. -- Tim
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The Loss of a Heart-Dog
I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep. I could see that you were
crying, you found it hard to sleep.
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