CherylB Posted March 5, 2012 Share Posted March 5, 2012 (edited) Lexi was not my dog, but she was a special girl to me. She belonged to my neighbor, and went to the bridge this weekend, but her story is more involved than that. Here is how Lexi came into our lives. Five years ago a friend of mine who works with corgi rescue went to the county animal shelter because she heard they were holding a stray corgi. Turned out there was no corgi, but she saw a greyhound there and let me know. I went over to verify, and there was Lexi. She ended up in the shelter because of a horrible tragedy that was all over the news the day before. Her owner was killed by the other dog she lived with, a German Shepherd. Animal control brought both dogs in until they could investigate and prove that Lexi was not involved in the incident, even though everyone knew she wasn’t. When I walked up to the kennel, she smiled at me and danced around. (She had the cutest, biggest smile, the kind that some people who aren’t familiar with greys can mistake for baring teeth.) She really wanted attention, and I am sure she missed her soft greyhound bed. All she had was the concrete floors. I called our rescue group, and found out they had placed Lexi originally. It took a couple of days to get her out of the pound. When I went to pick her up, she was the happiest girl ever, jumping up and down and smiling like crazy. I took her home, and the plan was for me to foster her. But it didn’t take long for her to find her forever home. My friend and next-door neighbor already had one greyhound and had just lost her standard poodle. I told her about Lexi, and I think she must have been watching out the back door for me to come home with her. She came over, fell in love immediately and adopted her not long after. Lexi was a tiny girl, only 50lbs. She was so cute, and had a cowlick on the back of her neck that that stood up like the ridge on a Ridgeback. She had the sweetest loving spirit, was outgoing and charmed everyone she met with her silly greyhound smile. My neighbor was elderly, and I often walked her dogs for her, so I got to know Lexi like she was my own. Eventually, my neighbor had to move to assisted living and no dogs were allowed. I couldn’t take Lexi because she didn’t get along with my girl Haley. So, we took my neighbor’s first greyhound Sheba, and Lexi was adopted by another one of our neighbors. I wondered if it was the best home for her for a number of reasons that I won’t go into here, but was hopeful and happy that I’d still be able to see her. Turns out my instincts were right. Lexi was returned and went a foster home, where she lived the rest of her life. On Sunday, I heard from a friend in the rescue group that she had fallen down the stairs and badly broken her leg. Amputation was the only option, but at 12.5 years old with bad arthritis in her front legs and shoulders it was best to let her go. Her first Mom was there to meet her, and so was my neighbor, who passed away in 2009. There were some happy reunions in heaven, and I hope Lexi was smiling a lot. I took this picture of Lexi the day I brought her home from the pound. It’s not a good one, but it’s all I have. Run free, sweetie. You were a wonderful girl loved my many. Edited March 5, 2012 by CherylB Quote Cheryl, mom to Remy and Woot. Always in my heart Haley, Henry and Sheba. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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