For years all I’ve wanted is a greyhound. Our beautiful Oreo came to us last August straight off the track. He came into our house and straight up on to the couch and made himself at home. Yesterday morning he got up not a bother on him and an hour later he was gone. He jumped off the couch and ran into the kitchen, he couldn’t get a grip on the floor and was sliding everywhere, I thought he was just slipping then realised his whole body was contorting. He fell down and started shaking, I thought it was a seizure like my other dog had before. It stopped and he just lay there panting and five minutes later it stopped and I realised he had just died. I can’t believe our beautiful boy is gone, my children were in the room and seen it all. The wonderful couple who gave him to us from their rescue came straight away to take him down to the vets. The vet thinks it was a stroke. I just can’t get my head around it, one minute there and then not. He had just turned 5 and was living his best life. He loved walks and would look to go out at least 3 times a day. He had his favourite route around the town and god love anyone who blocked his path, he’d walk straight through them. He was only starting to learn how to be a dog, he’d give licks and was starting to play with our lurcher. He loved hugs from the kids and snuggling on the couch with them. The house was so quiet last night without him crying for us to bring him out for yet another walk. I’ve lost two dogs before but they were both 15 and had lived their best life, poor Oreo got 5 years and less then 1 as an adored family member. This is just heartbreaking.