Guest Fasave Posted February 12, 2012 Share Posted February 12, 2012 It's taken me way too long to write this post. My former foster Moonlight Billy, Silly Billy, the Jerry Lewis of all greyhounds, passed of osteo on New Year's eve just three short weeks after I had to say goodbye to my first greyhound Avalanche. So much loss in such a short amount of time. I met Billy one night at the kennel only three months after adopting Avalanche. I was helping with the final turnout of the night and Billy came running over to me, leaned against me and refused to leave my side. This got both of us in trouble as Billy was turned out to take care of other business. A few short weeks later, the kennel needed some weekend repairs and all dogs needed to go to homes. I jumped at the opportunity to take Billy. He was perfect and beyond silly. I've never seen a dog that could make his head go in one direction while the rest of his body went in another. From here on in, he was called the Jerry Lewis of greyhounds. I desperately wanted to keep him but Ave was new and we were working through SA issues, sleep aggression issues, and non-grey aggression issues. In addition, I was traveling for work and I knew finding someone to take two greyhounds would be more difficult than one. As it turned out, at the end of the "foster weekend" I found out my dog sitter had left her husband and was no longer able to care for pups in her home and I had a trip planned. The adoption kennel agreed to board Ave for that trip and I've never felt so lousy as I drove away from the kennel leaving both boys behind EXCEPT for, when I returned from my trip and left Billy behind. As it turned out, Billy found a home within a couple months. I made sure the adoption group gave his new family my number is case they ever needed anything. Well, within 48 hours I got a call from them asking if I could take care of Billy over the Christmas holiday in a couple weeks. I jumped at the opportunity forgetting that I was traveling to my mother's in Vermont and she was hesitant about one dog coming home let alone two but if she wanted to see me, she would have to deal with the dogs. As the years went on, rarely three weeks would pass before Billy would come to stay. His new owners were a young active couple and enjoyed traveling. Billy spent extended times with me when their house would undergo construction projects, or when their first child was born followed 18 months later by a set of twins. I always saved a place for Billy here. You hear too many stories about pups being returned because when the kids come along, the owners no longer have time. But Billy's owners loved him dearly and would never give him away. Billy, not surprisingly, was perfect with all the babies and enjoyed the extra table scraps they provided. Then in November, Billy came to visit. I noticed a slight limp when he got up but he would walk it off. Billy was now 12 so I talked with his parents about supplements. They took him to the vets, clean x-rays and 10 days of Rimadyl and Tramdol should fix him up and it did.....until the medication ran out. He returned for a weekend in early December with another round of drugs on board. I cuddled with him all day Sunday believing it would be his last visit. Little did I know, I would lose my Avalanche later that night instead. Billy returned to spend the Christmas holiday with me and we traveled to Vermont as so many times before. He enjoyed the trip but as the days progressed, he got worse. On the Friday before New Year's Eve, I returned him to his home. I was a blubbering mess. I knew for sure, this would be my final goodbye. On New Year's eve, he went back to the vets, again the vet did not see the osteo (lesson here to always have x-rays read by a radiologist) and they switched drugs. That night I got the call that Billy's leg broke when he tried to stand and Billy was about to take his final journey on this earth. Billy was the perfect greyhound. I may never understand why he came into my life but even though he wasn't "mine", I believe we both filled an important void in each others lives. How lucky was I that I could remain in his life all those years (eight years to be exact). There aren't enough words or time to tell Billy's full story but perhaps these pictures will tell the story of yet another pup gone too soon. Billy's first stay in a "home". Billy is in the harness and Ave is showing him the comforts of my bed. Billy with his Mom and Dad who miss him sooo much My favorite part of Billy....his little pouty bottom lip. Some of the best days of my life was when Billy came to stay with me, Avalanche and Safari (Ave's littermate who spent four years with me). How I miss my bevy of brindles. Billy is on the far right. This is one of the last pictures I took of Billy. Godspeed sweet Billy. I hope you know how much you are missed. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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