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    My T-bone Is Gone

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    I am so sorry for your loss. I know how you feel and I don't have words to make you feel better. I lost my boy in December and I still can't talk about him without crying.

     

    Just know that you took very good care of him, he loved you and you loved him, and you did all you could. Run free, sweet T-Bone.

    Dave

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    I am so sorry for your loss. All greyhounds are special, but Dave seems to be a little more than special. I know how much you'll miss him.

    Today Would Have Been Major Turn's 12th Birthday

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    Major Turn - 179 Races - Adopted and finally loved at age 5 and 4 1/2 months.

     

    I tried so hard for Major Turn to live for his 12th birthday, but it wasn't to be. That evil, horrendous big "C" grabbed him away from me. I say me, even though Maj belonged to my husband and me, because, in reality, he was definitely mine.

     

    When the phone rang late in May of 2000, we did not want another dog. We had just lost our beloved greyhound Barko the day before and the tears were still flowing and the last thing either of us needed was another dog -- or did we! It was the adoption director from Geneva Lakes who had heard about Barko's passing. She apologized for calling so soon, but she had a very introverted, shy dog that she could not find a home for and she thought we might be able to "bring him around." For some reason, we agreed to go and look at him...

     

    There were two dogs in the adoption office when we arrived -- one outgoing and friendly; the other sitting on the bed, pasted up against the wall wishing he could disappear. I knew immediately that the handsome black brindle boy against the wall was Major. I sat down next to him and talked with him, gave him scritches and he licked my hand. That was it. I remember a woman in the adoption center said, "I like that dog." "He's very handsome." I said, "You can't have him, he's mine." We immediately filled out the paperwork and Maj came home the next day.

     

    Shy wasn't the word. Terrified was more like it. He wouldn't move from his bed without me getting the leash. Outside, if the birds chirped, he was up on his hind legs and then pulling me in a low croach towards the door to go in. If the frogs croaked, it was the same thing. Don't even talk about a stranger trying to be nice to him. That's another story. It was months of love and patience before he settled in and would even stay in the room if company came. Maj was a lot of work.

     

    Was he worth it? You bet he was. He turned into my best friend and confidant. My heart boy. My love bug. Mine! He was never without a stuffy in his mouth -- the bigger the stuffy the better. He gave loves and kisses and took up most of the king size bed. His best present in the world was his little sister, Carla. He was devoted to her and even took to June Bug when she arrived. He liked to lick her ears.

     

    I will miss my boy until the day I die. I have no doubt that his spirit has "jumped into" another shy dog, somewhere, to help him cope with life........ I sure wish I knew where that dog is.

     

    Be free sweet boy. Play at the bridge and don't be afraid. Your mom will always love you.

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