My fabulous boy has gone to the bridge. He was my heart dog and my first greyhound. When I can I will write a tribute and gather pictures. Everyone loved him, he was a great meet and greet pup, so calm and stately.
Because of him a number of greyhounds were adopted in the Richmond area.
He was food motivated to the very end. I remember when I was finally ready to adopt, I wanted a female cause they are smaller. I needed a cat friendly hound and one that could walk the streets of the city to potty cause my row-house did not have a yard. When the adoption group came to do my house check, they brought Brady. I was told that they did not have any females that would be a good fit at the moment, but if I did not want to wait the handsome boy Brady was available. The rest was history and we had a fabulous life together.
I hate cancer. Last Sunday I got home from work and while on our walk I noticed a lump high on his chest by his left shoulder. On Monday morning he had deep, deep bruising on his lower chest. I got him to the vet for chest x-rays, blood work and I asked for a clotting test. The only thing off is his platelets were a little low and he was not clotting. I brought him home with some doxcycline because he had tested positive for ehrlichiosis, and had been treated for flare-ups a number of times during his life. In the back of my mind I knew this was major.
Tuesday morning the bruising had spread. covering most of his belly. Back to the vet we went.
As I walked back into my house after sending my brave boy to the bridge I was not thinking about much, I think I was still in shock, my mom died about 15 years ago and this image of Brady standing tall with my mom in a green pasture gave me peace. I know he is pain free and happy.
Kiss your needle noses for me. I miss my gentle loving old man. The house is empty without him.
Debbie