Thank you - It might of been easier if My Big Blue Eyed Bear was around but I was also griekving for him and my twins. Then the weather was nasty raining and very gloomy. Just hope today is better for me.
I wrote this last year about Softee but I am still unable to write anything about Phawn who was only 8 1/2 when she passed from OS
Softee
It was September of 1998 that you came into our lives. Nikki, our collie/shep mix, had gone to the Bridge, and we did not want Shadow to be an only child. When we brought you home you just moved on in as if you had lived here all of your life. You bonded instantly to your dad and Shadow, which amazed Judy (your foster mom) and Jane Drellow,(co-founder of Going Home Greyhounds) as you had taken about two weeks to make up with your foster dad. We soon found out you did not care for men. There were only three men in your life at that time; your dad, little Ricky (my grandson who is now in 9th. Grade) and Santa Claus ... and who doesn’t like Santa? If a man came into your home you tolerated him for a couple of minutes, then gave him a look as if to say “You have been here long enough, when are you leaving”. If they did not leave as soon as you wanted them to go, you flew up stairs and stayed there until they were gone. Your little feet were like pistons but you never made a sound. They sure did give you a good name, Softshoesureshot. In time you learned that all men were not ogres and you started to warm up to a few that you decided were okay in your book.
You loved taking trips. You made it to Florida, New Jersey, Ohio and Dewey Beach. You always seemed to know when a rest stop was coming up. I swear you could read especially when a sign came up saying there was a rest stop ahead.
In 2008 you were made Queen of Grey Talk as the oldest female greyhound on that board, and you wore your crown with pride. At Dewey, you met some of your loving subjects, including Xan, who had done your Royal Portrait.
Missing you Mom, Dad
PS: Received your letter that you are safe at The Bridge