Our shining white knight

Adam first joined our pack as a part-timer. He needed a place to stay for a few weeks and we agreed to keep him while his family moved. A few months later we got a call from the Humane Society. They had a very sweet greyhound that had not been picked up after the owner had been released from jail. We went right out to pick the greyhound up and imagine our surprise when we discovered it was Adam.

Adam and Gracie

He was our foster in the beginning. He fit in with the rest of the pack like a glove and he was so happy. He just melded in and became a permanent family member at Greyhound Gardens.

Adam was such a good boy, unless Flocko had a seizure. A couple of times it took all of the strength I could muster to keep him away from attacking Flocko during a seizure. It drove me crazy sometimes.

When Adam was about 8 years old we noticed some really weird bruising on the inside of his leg. I remember that Sunday so vividly. He was a wild barker and jumper at dinner time and I thought he had just bruised himself. On Tuesday he didn’t bark. We had just lost a greyhound the week before to cancer and I was in a high paranoia state so it was off to the vet clinic. All of the blood work seemed fine, everything was in order, we all thought I was just being a ninny. On Wednesday, there was clearly something wrong and back to the vet I went. Within 24 hours, Adam’s PVC had gone from normal to falling well below normal limits. The barrage of tests began for our sweet boy.

He was diagnosed with autoimmune hemolytic anemia. It was touch and go for weeks as his pancreas, heart and liver all became affected.

Adam was a survivor, our hero, our white knight in shining armor. Adam made it nearly 5.5 years past diagnosis. Every year on the anniversary of his diagnosis, I would take his picture and send it to his vet thanking her.

He loved to go to the beach, he loved long walks and a hike in the mountains was always a treat.

He has done well over the years, but about six months ago he started to slow down and his hind end continued to get weaker. I could see in the last photos I had taken of him how tired he was getting.

Our white knight in shining armor has left us for more energy and stronger legs at the rainbow bridge.

We miss him tremendously, he was such a good dog.

FW Adam aka Adam • May 1, 2000 to August 10, 2013


Made it

Rockport harbor   

Well, despite all of the challenges, I made it to Maine and Karen got all of the dogs to the Camp Lisa today.

Flocko continued to have seizures through the weekend. Poor baby. We decided that after his 6 pm seizure Saturday night that we would take him to evet for observation overnight. I hated leaving him there, especially since I knew I would be leaving for the airport in just a few hours, but the one at 6 pm was especially violent and he really hurt himself. Karen picked him up Sunday morning and took him over to our vet and sure enough, he had another seizure.

At that point, our vet decided to increase his phenobarb while we are gone and we will re-evaluate when we get home.

On a sadder note, Adam was having a really hard time getting around Saturday. The heat has been brutal for him and he was so tired. We decided that the kindest thing we could do would be to send him off to the bridge. We worried so much about him falling or worse yet putting him in position that Lisa would have even more problems. And, we wanted to both be there with him for his journey.

My heart is still hurting, but I know that it was the best decision for him.

My class started today at Maine Media and I think it is going to be phenomenal. I know I will learn a lot. Karen will join me Wednesday night.

I’m thinking


Our dogs provide a great source of entertainment for me. I seriously have no idea what Adam is thinking at the very moment I pressed the shutter, but my imagination runs rampant.

Any ideas out there what he might be thinking?

Watching the sunset


Such a beautiful boy and we have been through so much with him. I hate watching him grow old. He’s getting so tired now.

He’s a trooper though. His hind-end is week, he’s incontinent, but he is so happy and he eats like a horse.

One day at a time Adam.

Swimming lessons continued


Adam seems to be doing really well with his swimming lessons. He has been weak in the hind-end for the last couple of days, but he had no problems swimming the length of the pool by himself tonight.

Greyhounds are funny. Other dogs come out of the pool walking, every greyhound we have ever taken sorta collapses. We carry them over to their cushion, lay them down, provide a pillow and cover them up. They lay there, couch potato like and don’t move until it is their turn again.

In the mean time, Karen takes advantage of the comatose state and cleans ears and trims nails. It is so nice to have a nurse on duty. It’s a win-win situation for me.

Look who’s swimming now


We decided that we probably ought to keep the swimming thing going, so it was off to the pool with Adam. That boy was born to be in the water, he took to it just like a duck.

Lori walked around the pool with him and gave him a tour. He was mildly interested as he sported his styling head band to keep the water out of  his ears. She said he was the first greyhound that used their hind legs in the pool right away. Way to go Adam!

He was also swimming on his own during his first time out. We walked out of the building as very proud mommies.

I’m gettin’ attitude


Ya, now that Christmas is over and Santa has delivered all of the toys and treats and chewies and stuffies and dog bones and beds…

I ain’t getting nothin’ but attitude. What’s with that?

Holy cow

Adam—white and brindle

This is Adam in December 2005. He had just come to stay with us after we sprung him from the local Humane Society.

Adam—white and white

This is a photo I took of him laying in the grass on Saturday.

I was shocked when I looked back at the old photo of how white his face has gotten. He’s still just as happy as he was when he came here.

Good grief, I have no idea how much white I have. If my hair dresser is covering up that much change, I could be in for a giant surprise one of these days.