Lilith, my 13 year old silver brindle greyhound, died on Monday, 11 March. She was born Legs Spiffy to Saucy Sister & Flying Callahan, won 7 races and placed 2nd in three more, hunted rabbits, squirrels & groundhogs, loved chicken, treats, having her ears rubbed, & being tucked in at night. She organized our daily roo, and taught me the harmonies of a three part howl.
She was elegant, genteel, and crafty. Always the mystery. And very dear.

I said goodbye to one of the most gentle, sweet, intelligent, faithful devoted friends I ever had! My beautiful Greyhound Rayne passed away yesterday. We rescued her in 2003 when she was 3, and we had the privilege of having her as part of the family for 10 years. We have many happy memories of taking her to the farm with us and being outside with the horses. Rayne loved to follow us around as we rode, and drove the cart. She was a gentle friend to our house cats, and even when we introduced our little kitten, Rayne was as gentle as a mother hen. We are still stunned that she is gone, she was so full of life up to the very end. I am thankful that she went quickly without much suffering. Up until the morning of her passing, she was very happy and full of life and had no health issues for a dog of her age. She passed away at home with family around her. We will all miss her tremendously! Thank you Rayne for being such a wonderful companion, and true and faithful friend.

This morning we had our beloved twelve year old Minnie-Moo(BB's Dry Hand) put down. This past month she had a stroke and then started with kidney problems and yesterday was diagnosed with Osteosarcoma which also took her littermate Sandy(BB's Even-handed) several years ago who left a big hole in our hearts when he died.
We were fortunate that Minnie had always been healthy for the past nine years in our home up until these events.
She was the Queen of the couch and when we adopted Toby a year and a half ago she let him know who was boss and he has the scars on his legs to prove that she ruled! Minnie would come upstairs to me on occasion and thinking that she had to go out I would head downstairs to discover that she wanted me to boot Toby off the couch!
When we sat on the couch with her she would automatically flip over on her back with one front leg up in the air like a flagpole and as she had her belly rubbed the front leg would lower a bit and if we stopped rubbing that leg shot right back up to flagpole position. If we paid too much attention to her brothers Beaker or Toby we would hear "air snaps" coming from the end of the couch. I guess Minnie was only slightly spoiled.
Barry, Krista and Beaker were with Minnie this morning.
Today was the 9th anniversary of Minnie coming into our home and our hearts and so sad that she had to leave on this anniversary.
Barbara Yob and family

Yesterday we made the hard decision to free our Basil from his pain. Basil was my "Perry Como" of Greyhounds. He had a wonderful life and enjoyed every day doing what he liked best, being a lazy boy. He was our first Greyhound and my children's first dog. We had the pleasure of loving him for ten years and he was alert and loving till the end.
He was such a special boy that his track owner kept in touch through the years remembering him and his littermates.
God Bless my Basil boy now he is with his soulmate, my bridge girl Holly.In our eyes there will never be anyone that could fill the void we have for him.
He lived his life like the king that he was to us. He watched the kids grow up to be adults and was the love of block. No matter where he was a M&G,Trick or Treating in costume or modeling Greyhound clothes for web sites (yes he was a ham) he loved life,right up until his final minutes he was happy and alert but his body could not fight OS any more. Basil lived to almost 13 1/2 years old and no one could have done it better. May God Bless You my Dear Basil boy.

On January 31 of this year our sweet, wonderful Bogie passed away, the victim of a very swift and undiagnosed disease. Just a few days before, he was chasing Cricket, our male Iggie, around the yard in good fun. But, two days later, in a flash, we knew that the end was at hand. His hind legs just weren't working as they should have. We had been there before, and knew that no medical intervention or hopes and prayers would intercede. Bogie was a truly special fellow. We had just lost Dobbs, our first, and Donnie, an old foster who had never realized life in the free world until then, to cancer, two weeks apart back in 2002. What else does one do but to ask Cynthia for another Grey to foster, one who would hopefully respect our little Iggies. So along came Bogie several weeks later. On to the abridged story of Bogie. The first time we met Bogie (track name - Tattoo 'Em, track moniker - Bogart, after Humphrey, one of a very few great actors of our age) was in Cynthia's back yard. He was one of those "shy" Greys, or so we thought. Bogie, after four months of fostering, turned out to be a pretty serious case. He spent the first month in his crate, refusing to come out unless he had to relieve himself in the yard or maybe to spend a short bit of time breathing fresh air. In time he improved, and would even walk in the neighborhood, if he was ensconced in a pack of fosters / dog-sit Greys. It all changed in 2006 when we finally realized our dream and moved west. Bogie traveled west like a pro and his life improved dramatically when he settled in western Colorado, away from the noise of the crowded eastern suburbs. Not completely, as he could always detect a cow fart in Utah or Wyoming and be sent scurrying into the closet, but his last five years were his best, the age when he finally realized that being a canine can be great fun. Canyons, mesas, plateaus, alpine lakes to wade and sip, local dog runs, Bogie enjoyed them all, and bless his spirit and his ability to overcome his fears and to welcome all newcomers. Bogie, you worked yourself into a very special place into our hearts, we miss you awfully, but take solace in knowing that we'll probably meet again in those crowded celestial skies whenever fate dictates that the time is now. Till that time we miss your being here with us.

Our Mandy, race name " Mandy's-a-Dandy" was laid to rest this morning, September 22, 2012. Mandy came into our lives as a foster in early August 2002. Needless to say, she warmed our hearts and was part of our family for the past 10+ years. When Mandy came to us in August of 2002 our youngest son was 12 years old. he slept on the floor beside her keenel for a week, keeping her company each night. Last nighht he slept beside her bed and kept her company on her last night with us. She was our "fourth" child and well loved and nurtured. We are honored to have had the opportunity to have had her in our lives.

This weekend we lost our Annie. Racing name SNB Little Annie, she knew she was Annie from the day we met her at Jackie's house. This flouncy, pouncey, trouncey girl flirted with everyone. She was a M&G dog for 10+ years, doing the senior and pediatric circuits with grace and flair. At 12.5 years old she was still working the the Shad Fest like she was a pup. She touched so many lives, and generated so much interest in Greyhounds that I fear she will never be equaled.

She ruled our household, yet welcomed every change, every addition, and mourned every loss. When we lost our first Greyhound, her buddy Dante, she grieved hard. But then we adopted Dexter (GV Keg), and she found a new mission - to make him comfortable in his new world. She drew him out of his shell and he has emerged with a vengeance.

Annie lived life to the fullest, seeing nothing but the positive all the time. She left this world the way she lived her life, hard and fast. RIP little girl, go back to chasing butterflies and bunnies. 09/17/99 - 08/11/12

hi monday i hadto have sadie my dear friend for 8 yrs put to sleep she was 12 and died of renal complications she was my second greyhound and had to be the sweetest dog ive known ill get another in spite of the sadness and because of the sadness but sadie will always have her own spot in my heart thank you for letting me take her home to live with those 8 years ago

In 2003, I was rescued by a senior greyhound whose name at the time was Terry. He was definitely not a Terry and became the extraordinary Maxwell - my best friend, companion and confidant. On April 9th at 16+ years old, I lost my friend and have an unbearable hole in my heart.
Max was such a character and had so much personality. He lived with 2 cats and for the last 4 years a miniature dachshund named Molly. I couldn't have asked for better animal harmony. They were family and Max was the patriarch. As expected, there is a permanent dent in the couch and the bed where Max liked to snooze but he also never missed the chance to greet someone at the door, eat a meal, run outside or just see what everyone else was up to.
Max was a black greyhound with white markings. Over the years he got grey - as did I.

I will forever miss Maxwell and hope that he is running free now and that someday I will see him again. I love you Max and we all miss you...

On the day of the Greyhound Picnic 2 years ago, a gentle black Greyhound named Lily was returned by her owners at the age of 13. I took one look at her, and my heart went out to this sweet dog. Although I knew we would not have much time together, I also knew immediately that she was coming home with me. I left the house with one Greyhound, and returned with two! She was as sweet as she looked, and enjoyed being with General, our Greyhound, our small dog, and the cats. She was even free-range chicken safe! Surprisingly, she spent the next 1 1/2 years with us, until she had a massive stroke on Feb. 25, 2011. She died in my arms, while I gently held her and told her how much we loved her.
Nine months later, during the surprise Halloween snowstorm, our other Greyhound, General, became suddenly very short of breath, and his abdomen swelled as the snow piled up. I rushed him to the emergency vet, where I discovered that he had cancer which had invaded his liver, and eroded major blood vessels, causing him to bleed internally. At the age of ten, he had never shown any signs of the cancer that robbed him of his life. I will always remember the peaceful look of love he gave me as his life slipped away. We will treasure his unique personality, his smile, and his ability to "table-surf" no matter how high the table or counter.
We have been without a Greyhound since Oct. 30, and the house seems to be missing something important. A certain spark is gone. Our 15-year -old poodle mix (also a rescue) misses her friends terribly, as we all do. It is time to add another Greyhound to the fold, as the house just doesn't seem like a home without a sleek dog running laps in our fenced-in yard, and lounging feet skyward on the sofa!

We put our sweet Monty (racing name "Jyux" to sleep just this morning. We adopted him nearly 10 years ago from Make Peace With Animals. My heart breaks to be without him but he is at peace now and free from pain. We will miss all of his silly greyhound antics (sneaking food off of my kids' plates when they weren't looking, "cockroaching", and fully taking up a queen sized bed). He was a wonderful dog and we will miss him dearly. There will be only greyhounds for us in our future, but it will have to be a little while. Best to all who are posting on here.

Its now been 18 months since we lost our sweet prince 'Racer" to bone cancer. He was with us almost 10 years and he was a true joy. He gave us his love unconditionally. When we would come home he would almost knock us over jumping on us and licking our faces. His tail would wag forever. We were with him right to the end. He passed away peacefully in our daughters arms. It was something we will never forget. We still have his blanket and his bowl. We could not bear to part with them. we miss him so much and we always will. We know he is waiting for us at the Rainbow bridge.

Pack Leader

Beckham
March 24th, 1998 -- October 5th, 2011

“And some say love is holding on
And some say letting go.”
--John Denver, “Perhaps Love”

My Dear Red Man,
Now you are gone from me,
No more to stroke your softness
And gaze into those beautiful loving eyes
That smiled so each time ours met.
I have released you unto Eternity,
Loosed your body from its earthly bounds
That had grown too constricting
For so majestic a spirit as yours.
You’ve slipped your collar into the ether with the gods now,
No more to be concerned with anything of the earth.
Your strength, though it had faded from your limbs,
Yet pressed on in your spirit
And you rose each day to greet me,
Though rising for you had become a chore.
You were always the gentleman of the house
Getting up for your lady.
And now, my Soft-As-A-Bunny Beckham,
Your luxurious coat cannot caress my hands;
Your cool wet nose cannot grace my lips;
Your tall ears cannot, like flags, wave to me with excitement
Whether in greeting or for a treasured treat.
I bid you goodbye as the sun’s rays were still new
On this otherwise gentle autumn day,
For the night was cruel in its length
And we suffered the last throes of life
Together.
Your short friends now play in the yard that was once yours
As you supervised their antics
And sometimes joined them.
Just the other day you ran
And I saw you smile,
Saw you panting with pleasure,
Saw you look after the crazy beagles
So satisfied in your playtime.
Now you run,
Free of your body,
Through ribbons of Time and Memory,
Decorating my thoughts
With the Love that was you.
And when you choose to rest now
It will be stretched out full length
On the bed of my heart;
There is bountiful room there
To encompass you,
My Beloved Beckham.

We are truly sad to inform you that our Mya (It's All Mine) lost her fight with osteosarcoma on August 9, 2011. She kept her love of her walks, her playful way and her appetite right up until the end. She will always be greatly missed and fondly remembered. Our house is not the same without her and I already have had numerous dreams about her that I believe is her letting me know that she is happy, pain free and running free! We love you Mya!!!!

After ten years, our beloved grey Scout went to heaven to search for his buddy Kelly, to run without a leash and not get lost. Now he can race all he wants with all the other greys! We will forever miss him.

It is with much sadness, I inform you of the passing of Mia (Ruffina Blake) earlier today. Mia first came to us a little over 6 years ago. We adopted Mia to help with our other greyhound Rudy who was having some trouble adjusting to being the only dog in the house. We were a little worried, but bringing Mia into the house was just what the doctor ordered for Rudy and the rest of our family.
She was a very loving girl, but always let you know when somebody was approaching the house. I would joke that she was the only "Guard Greyhound" in the world.
Although Mia's passing was a shock today, at least it was quick (stroke) and hopefully painless. You will be missed.