I have to once again thank GTers for all their support during this horrible time. I have left a final update (in Health and Medical pg. 10, "I'm in Shock")regarding Cody's death. You viewed this thread 3217 times, and there were 193 responses. We are overwhelmed with the love and support provided.
Cody came to us with his half brother Bailey from Bill and Fred at the GRA Canada facility on January 1, 2004. I had not intended adopting 2 greyhounds, I had not even intended getting males, as I thought a small female would be easier for us to cope with. These two boys became available for adoption thru no fault of their own the day we came out. The picked us, in no uncertain terms, and I had to return home and make arrangements for the addition of one more.
Cody did not have to make a huge adjustment to us; he had a big personality and even bigger presence, unlike his brother who was in a bit of shock, and much more reserved. He immediately became my velcro boy,following me everywhere, nuzzling my hand, and letting me know when it was time for more attention.
He was playful, even bowing to the cats, once everyone started getting along. His favorite thing was smoked bones, followed closely by marrow bones stuffed with peanut butter and treats. He would play with squeakies, but only because Bailey was.
Cody had a truly noble bearing, which belied his goofy ways. He loved to jump up when he was excited, and was extremely proud of his new jacket and collar. He only got to wear it twice.
Here is the last picture I took of him. He is in his lovely new outfit, made by Fit for a Knight. Thanks Cheryl, for the great job you did.
One other thing Cody loved to do was eat pupsicles. I found out about this predilection at Obedience class, at PetSmart, when he decided that chocolate labs were just yummy treats for him. I have a picture of him at graduation day, in the hat, he looks so silly. He gave greyhounds a good name with his marks, if not his eating habits.
Here is Cody showing off his "sit"
I feel badly for Cody because he raced his heart out for years, having run 125 races, and yet his retirement was so short. He should have had another 6,7 or 8 years with us at least, as he was not yet 6 when he left us for the bridge. However, what was lacking in quantity was made up for in quality. He got as much love as we could give him in that short time, and I know that he was aware of how much we loved him. Bailey also loved him very much, and they often played together. Their favorite thing to do was make a mess.
In the end, I suppose I should not be so selfish in missing him so much. He had a rapid death, and did not seem to be very aware of what was going on. I can only hope he did not suffer too much, and be grateful that I was there at the end. He died doing what he loved, playing in the backyard with his brother.
My heart is sore. I will never forget him.