FiveRoooooers

It's the back-of-the-pack kids or those "without much personality" who are often overlooked, yet those seem to be the ones who make the larger holes in our hearts when they have to go. Mine is breaking now for your loss but overjoyed at the wonderful lives you two shared together. Godspeed Oswald, oh how your momma loves you.

This morning I thought how is it possible ... it's a week tomorrow that they both left, and I just got the call that they are both ready to come home. :brokenheart

I'm so sorry

No kidding, Pal really was the perfect greyhound. We were so blessed to have shared our lives, it's so true: every day is a gift. Thank you everyone for your warm thoughts.

The seniors steal and break your heart at the same time. Five campers in 18 months, good grief. Thanks you guys

She was a tough old girl with a marshmallow center. Oh, MiMi. Thank you all so much

I’m not sure we think about our crossing off the years until we reach this point at the end of a life and start looking back. So many memories tucked into lives well lived and loved. Pal was my first greyhound, right off the track. He was perfect. No really, he was. And kind. To Pal, everyone he met was his friend. After basic training with Martha Bailey at Smartydog and earning his Canine Good Citizen and Delta Pet Partner awards, for years he shared his intuition and love with his visits to several local nursing homes and hospitals. I remember clearly Martha saying “There is a huge amount of trust there.” He also earned CG’s 2005 desk calendar back cover. A boy who loved a sunbeam, the Olympics, his purple tag collar, to sit outside and watch his world … Throughout his life, though, Pal’s love of stuffies was clearly his priority. He greeted our friends at the door, ran back to choose a stuffy, and then ran outside with it. It was a constant thing we had There were outdoor stuffies and indoor stuffies but to Pal they were all simply HIS stuffies. He was rarely without one and without fail right to the end, Pal brought a stuffy to bed with him every night. After our LadyBug died, our hearts were broken until she sent Seamus to help us heal. Of all the available greyhounds, I happened on a link for Seamus and there he was, Pal’s “brother.” P’s Raising Cain is Pal’s dad and Seamie’s maternal grandfather. I still call these boys “brothers” and they shared a bond that couldn’t be betrayed. Pal recently had a bad episode of serious “crabbing” (LS) that hindered his walk from the front yard to the back. I steadied him, we paused so he could rest, and as we reached the back yard along came Seamie who had followed us. He walked up parallel to Pal and stayed there, steadying his brother. Pal did his trademark nuzzle with the top of his head to Seamie's face and neck. Seamie looked at Pal and continued his support until Pal was ready to go into the house. Two brothers, seriously bonded. On Tuesday, my 14.1 y.o. young man was snuggled into the couch and I was on the floor with my arm around his neck. It was just before our doc arrived that Pal lifted his head and kissed my nose. “It’s ok, momma, I’m ready. Lub you.” Sweet boy. Pal’s was one of the most peaceful passings I have had privilege to witness. He took with him his Grammie’s Jammies and two favoritest stuffies, his bear and his heart. He left me with so much, including his paw print (that little rat foot) tattooed on my arm. Pal. Pagliaccio. Mai Lub. My Baby Boy. Mai Sweetest Won. My Young Man. The Sweetest Boy There Is. This summer in our remembory garden Pal’s daylily, Barbie Doll, bloomed so beautifully. Pal, my best friend, an old soul who, just by being his own (perfect) wonderful self, was responsible for Every Single Camper who arrived after him. Friends have said they will remember Pal as a warm, kind soul. Thank you sweet Pal, for blessing my life with almost 11 years together. I will try to always be the person you believed I was. Godspeed Baby Boy. I hear Pal singing this ... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zA9QYFmtKNI&feature=youtube_gdata

MiMi ... MiMi Sizzle Pants She was my first Craig’s List rescue. I think her family cared deeply for her, yet when they realized that at nearly 12 she was “old” they didn’t know how to continue that care. Still raw from our loss of Segugio, I am embarrassed to say it took me about 30 minutes to know that she had to come home to Camp Greyhound. MiMi had been an only dog for all of her retirement and she had quite the reaction when she met the campers for the first time. This reaction earned her the nickname “Sizzle Pants” the night she arrived. She was all “GRRRRR” at Seamus; Seamus was all “GRRRR, you can’t talk to us like that! We live here!” MiMi was all “grrrrr” … and so it went for the first two days (I’m thinking, what have I done??!!). She was crated at night and in the morning she was all “Grrrr” (is that almost “good morning”?) but on the third morning, she wagged, and I knew we had her. I would softly say “Hey, Sizzle” and she’d smile at me. She got over trying to rip my face off when I dremeled her nails or when her ears were rubbed. She’d flop herself over onto my arm and snuggle down. As the summer went on, MiMi discovered how much she enjoyed being part of a pack. Her special MiMi's Pink Milkshake collar and Loved Hound tag arrived from dear friends. She celebrated her 12th birthday with our usual road signage, balloons, and special walks. She discovered even with few teeth the fun of gumming a chikken foot. And she discovered her two favorite things in life: the futon mattress outside under a branch and, her Chipmunk. It was actually Seamie’s birthday munk from his RCOM friends but MiMi made it her own. She had an indoor munk and an outdoor munk. When she left, she took them both with her. With Pal Godspeed MiMi Sizzle Pants Your time here at Camp Greyhound was too short but I hope it was the best four+ months of your life and I know we are richer for your presence. Sweet girl.

Pal. My baby boy. He made it to 14.1. MiMi Sizzle Pants. My first Craig's List rescue. She knew she was loved. I will post proper tributes later, but tonight our hearts are shattered. Godspeed sweethearts.

The anal gland infection may not be cleared up. One of my seniors went through, doG bless him, four rounds of Baytril before we got that that evil infection cleared out. Your vet may want to recheck the a.g. Good luck!!

I'm so sorry to see this. Could you try giving Razz a blanket or something else of Munchie's? It might either comfort or disturb Razz, but it's worth a try. When LadyBug died, I put her tag collar on her brother and it seemed to help for a while.

Mr. Basil ... what a terrific name for your wonderful friend. I'm so sorry for your loss Godspeed Mr. Basil

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I am so very sorry. Godspeed little one.

There's no way you could have resisted that face and a perfect tongue. Your beautiful girl was appropriately named but I suspect you feel that it applies to you as well. Lucky Girls, so lucky to have found each other. I am so sorry now for your loss. Godspeed Lucky Girl. At the Bridge there is an endless supply of ice cream and steak and creeks.

RIP Sweet Boy.

Rachel Tomato I am so sorry for your loss of your beautiful girl. Godspeed pretty girl

I burst into tears when I saw your post, Lori. Dinner will simply never be the same without Bill. My heart hurts for you and your family, I am so very sorry for your loss. Godspeed Bill. There will never be another like you.

Your tribute is beautiful, you have captured the very essence of a relationship well lived and well loved. I am so very sorry for the Goblin-sized hole in your hearts right now. Someone once told me that remembering someone is a way of keeping them with us, even when they are not. I hope you can find some comfort in that. Godspeed Sweet Goblin. Run like the wind. At the Bridge there is an endless supply of ice cubes.

You are the best for bringing home a senior, thank you. I'm so sorry for your sadness now, the loss of your sweet boy and your dad. Godspeed Ice, special boy

Your tribute is beautiful. I love Snappy's name, and his butt shot made me laugh through my tears. I am so very sorry for the Snappy-sized hole in your hearts right now. Godspeed special boy, your family loves you so much

Bee Wiseman

Fantastic! I'm so happy for you both all!

I'm so very sorry for your loss of your most special boy. Godspeed handsome Nube

Xan, you know what, we have dandelions here in CT right now and I thought of your Wabi just the other day. How swell of her to visit you on your b'day