Ten and a half years ago the conversation began something like this, “I would like to adopt a greyhound.”
“I have two beautiful black dogs that were just returned. Would you like to meet them?”
“I was really hoping for a brindle and I only want one.”
“OK. These guys are really sweet, why don’t you just meet them.”
Two hours later, I met Karen for the the first time when I drove the greyhounds down to her work to meet her. The two boys charmed the sox off of her, just as I knew they would. We arranged to screen her house the next morning.
Karen called me an hour later and wanted to screen right then and there.
The minute I drove in her driveway, my life changed, Karen’s life changed and the life of the two boys that had just lost their home changed forever and for the better.
Karen still wanted only one greyhound. Bentley was older and she liked that, but Murphy shared her birthday. They ran around the acre and took in all of the smells.
It took Karen probably 30 minutes to decide which greyhound she would adopt.
She took them both and a few months later my two greyhounds and I joined the pack.
Murphy and Bentley were joined at the hip. They were very happy to call Greyhound Gardens their home. Sadly, we lost Bentley to osteosarcoma two years later.
Murphy continued to blossom. He was a really good dog. He didn’t demand attention, but quietly wandered up to get his ears scratched.
He loved to lay in the freshly mowed grass and munch on rich piles of grass thrown out by the lawn mower.
He always had a fabulous appetite. Always. In fact, I don’t ever remember Murphy getting sick.
He would stand out in the back yard and bark a few times at the wind and when it was meal time, he would hurry us along with a few forceful barks. He was content, never worried.
On June 1 Murphy turned 14 years old. He wasn’t a kid anymore. His face was completely white and his hind-end was starting to show some weakness.
Everyday we would watch for a dramatic change. But everyday, he would walk outside, get his drink of water, wander around the acre and come in to find his favorite cushion and take a nap.
He was showing a few signs of senility, but overall, he was a trooper.
Today we said good-bye. Murphy started to run for the back door to go outside first thing this morning. When he reached the kitchen door, his hind legs gave out and there was no bringing them back.
With heavy hearts, we fixed him a delicious breakfast of Timber’s meatloaf and took him for a drive in the country.
It was a good last morning with Murphy.
I am certain that it wasn’t long before Murphy hooked back up with Bentley. They are running in the green fields together once again. Their race at Greyhound Gardens is officially retired.
Murphy, we are eternally grateful to you and my heart will forever be filled with the love and joy you brought us.