And then there were none. My sweet girl left me today and for the first time in 20 years there are no greyhounds in my house. For the first time in nearly 30 years there are no animals at all. The silence is deafening. It is fitting that Val should be the last, she was the sweetest, best dog ever. She was a Good Dog. Like most of my dogs she was a little older, 7 when she came to live with me and Conner, and a bounce. She fit right in, she loved everybody, except babies and small children, she was afraid of those terrors . But anyone else, she would drag me across the street if she saw someone so they could pet her. She was always a little hurt and confused if they didn't want to make a fuss over her, but she was polite and didn't push. She was a quiet dog, but she was always with me, wherever I was. I miss her so much, I don't know how long it will be before I stop looking for her, talking to her.
Run free sweetheart, the pain is gone, the confusion and uncertainty, all gone.