Just a portrait of Mickey. I often look back through some of my old photos and find hidden gems.
Here’s Mickey, my cow dog.
I have known about Nigel Buggers for years. He was a greyhound that made me laugh and he pulled off capers that only he could do. He’s quite famous in greyhound world. A few months ago, he made his final journey to the rainbow bridge. I don’t think there was a dry eye anywhere. We all cried for Nigel and for his dad Neil. Although many of us understood his grief, grief is a personal journey that we all must take.
Several weeks ago, Neil asked for a photos of our own dogs in a laying down position. I submitted Skirvee (third from the right) and then forgot all about it. That is until the day Neil posted this on Facebook.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart Neil. This is beautiful and I know Skirvee was honored to be on couch with Nigel.
Shortly after Nigel passed away, it became apparent that the hardest part of the healing process was not going to be dealing with my own grief – instead, I was heartbroken for his pack mates as I witnessed the confusion and depression that set in after he was gone. It was our first time losing a dog in the context of a large pack, and in an attempt to make them (and myself) feel better, I tried to explain.
I told them that Nigel was in a better place – a place where everyone is friendly and happy. A place where the treat jar is never empty, and the sofa goes on forever.
Did they understand? Probably not. Was I deluding myself? Perhaps. But I would like to believe that each and every one of our dearly departed hounds do find their way to that great big sofa in the sky. After all, what would Greyhound heaven be without a couch?
There were just under one thousand pictures submitted for this project, each of them with heartfelt sentiments that resonated strongly with each of us. I would like to express sincere gratitude to all who shared – please know that I would have fit all of your dogs in to this if I could. Thank you for opening your hearts and sharing their stories with all of us.
I can’t believe the weekend is over. That has to be the fastest weekend ever.
It seems like we were on the run the entire time and now, it’s Sunday night.
Oh woe are we.
So happy to finally have the weekend! It’s been a really long week for some reason.
A few months ago we got this wild hair that it might be a good idea to sell the acre and move a little more out to the country. But after going to a few open houses and seeing what was available, we decided our little acre one mile from our vet, one mile from the e-vet and one and half miles from my work looked pretty darn good.
Then, we decided it was time to do some updating. For about three weeks now, we’ve been painting, we’ve ordered new window coverings, put in new baseboards and this weekend, we’re going to put up crown molding. Painting the ceiling was a pain in the back, the neck and the arms. I can only imagine what the crown molding will be like, but I am so excited.
Last week we had to enjoy the visit of a plumber. Apparently we’ll be spending some quality time and bank account with them before we can tackle the kitchen.
When I sit at my desk I am always surrounded by the doggies. They contort themselves into the oddest positions.
This was last night.
Earlier this week when Karen was in Costco they had new cuddle beds. I suspect they were designed for a smaller dog, but what the heck.
If it gets Zippy closer to me, he can curl up with the best of them.
The flowers are gone from the ancient plum tree and now it is creating the fruit that tastes so delightful.
We love our greyhound gardens.
It amazes me how lonely and quiet the house is without Flo. She was so vibrant and vital before she got sick. And then, when she did get sick, we took a lot of time taking care of her.
When I came in the house, she and Zippy were always right there to greet me and as I passed out treats she was right by my side collection extra treats, more than anyone else because she was Flo.
I miss that little girlfriend.
Last week was a tough week for our girl. She seemed to have more bad days that good ones. Saying good bye was not what either Karen or I wanted to do, but yesterday morning when we got up, her eyes told us everything we needed to know, she was tired.
We took her for a ride in the country before we went to the clinic. She loved to go places, but she got so car sick.
While we waited for the sedative to kick in, a vision kept re-occurring in my mind. I kept seeing Crystal, Joey and Talley standing and waiting, their ears erect waiting to give chase.
More than anything, well not more than food, Flo loved run. She raced with the wind on many an occasion and even this last week she would trot into the house from the back of the acre to the house.
Tonight Karen and I went down to the garden to have our coffee after work. The most beautiful butterfly danced before us. We had never seen one like that in the yard. We watched the entire time it danced. Before long, a second butterfly was chasing and playing with it.
We knew in an instant that Flo and Crystal were back together running and chasing on the acre.
Free Bird aka Flo—September 20, 2003 to April 19, 2015
I think I have mentioned a time or two that Karen and I got out to the Marion County Dog Shelter here in Salem to take photos of the dogs available for adoption. It’s something we really love to do. And those doggies, they are always amazing. I have always said Karen has the best job.
Last week we got a letter saying that Marion County was celebrating volunteers this week and invited Karen and I to a meeting on Wednesday morning. Karen had to work, but I snuck away from my job for a little and went down.
When they called our names, I had no idea this was what we were receiving. What an honor for us.
Some of the cardiac meds Flo is on are actually human meds and we have to get them at Costco.
It’s been a couple of crazy, busy weeks and I just called Costco early last week to get a refill. We didn’t have any other refills, so they had to call the vet. Along with our refill we got a friendly reminder that she was due for another check-up.
Somewhere in the translation, Costco didn’t fill the script and when we got there on Saturday to pick it up, it wasn’t ready.
Fortunately, we have enough to get her through until we get back to Costco, but it was a good lesson for us to never wait until the last minute to pick up the refill.
Still one day at a time.