Connecting Greyhounds With People
Cincinnati Greyhound Connection
Bounty Boon (1/23/99-6/25/07)
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. He loved everyone…others dogs, cats, especially people. He was actually a retriever in a greyhound body. His greatest love was his frisbee. He could get way off the ground and grab it in midair. It was magnificient to watch and my regret is that I never got a good action shot of him. He loved his little sisters and even didn’t mind when Pixie joined us and insisted on snuggling with him. She was so loving with him the last few days.
I can’t believe you are gone so quickly my sweet, sweet boy. I will never forget your beautiful face and beautiful heart. The girls and I miss you terribly already. You were the best.
The Spirit Of A Greyhound
I was standing on a hillside in a field of blowing wheat, 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 awayabout 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)
In Remembrance of
Our Precious “Bridge Kids”
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 Barb & Chris
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.
I whined to you so softly as you brushed away a tear, “It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.”
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea. You were thinking of the many times your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today, your arms were getting sore. I longed to take your parcels, I wished I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today. You tend it with such care. I want to reassure you that I’m not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key. I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said, “It’s me.”
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair. I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It’s possible for me to be so near you everyday. To say to you with certainty, “I never went away.”
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew…In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.The day is over now … I smile and watch you yawning, And say, “Goodnight, God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.”And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide, I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see. Be patient, live your journey out … then come Home to be with me.
Quoted from rec.pet.dogs.health
Flying Goliath (April 1 1996 to May 20, 2006)
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 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. He was a beautiful big brindle boy whom I loved dearly. Run free my sweet boy…..
3/24/03 to 1/22/08
Run Fast and Free Sweet Birdie with your own kind across those beautiful grassy meadows….there are many that loved you….we wish it could have been for much longer….