One year ago today my first greyhound left for the bridge. Haley dog is the one who started it all, and paved the way for the others who have found their way to my home. She was my first dog as an adult, and we learned a lot together, including obedience, respect and perseverance. Haley went through some trials in her younger days--separation anxiety, storm phobia, SLO, and a pit bull attack. Through it all, she was one tough girl. She was quite bossy, the head of the household, and affectionate with only those she knew well. I was lucky to be one of her chosen few. My pretty brindle girl, I hope you are enjoying digging holes today and playing fetch, followed by a snooze on a comfy couch. We love you always and miss you so.
Haley at five years old:
Posing on the couch:
Always spoiled:
We lost my heart boy Henry suddenly to hemangio two years ago on June 25. I'll never forget his first night home, he threw the front half of his body into my lap, leaving his back feet on the ground, and buried his head under my arm. Having been born on Halloween, he came to us with the call name “Dracula” and the racing name “King of Darkness”, but this boy was all sweetness and light, and the best cuddler ever.
Henry lived to play, and did so like a puppy his entire life. He also lived to be with people. He loved everyone he met, and I’m pretty sure the feeling was mutual—he developed quite the fan club over the years. An admirer once dubbed him the “Sean Connery of Dogs” based on his effortless charm, handsome tuxedo markings, and distinguished graying face. He was an inveterate counter surfer, quite the talker, and would roll over on his back whenever I asked him to “show me your belly.”
Henry, my heart broke when you left and I am not sure it will ever heal until we meet again. I love and miss you, my best friend.
Gotcha day:
The best boy ever:
Your dad and I saw a huge rainbow on June 26. I hope the two of you got together and sent it to us.
