Another race finished, another final sunset

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.

Bentley and Murphy

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.

Premier Smokey – June 1, 1998 to November 8, 2012

19 Replies to “Another race finished, another final sunset”

  1. Oh, I’m so sorry! I always thought of Lilac when I saw pictures of Murphy, and I loved that sweet, white face of his. Our hearts go out to you and Karen. They are never, ever with us long enough, even when we can say they ran a good race at the end.

  2. What a beautiful tribute to Murphy, Terri. What a beautiful last day you and Karen gave him. I know he will always be in your hearts, just as Miss Molly is in mine.

  3. I am so sorry, but a blessing for all of you to have that time. I love that last picture it is like the hand of God calling him home. To have loved and to have been loved the greatest gift in life. Thank you for what you do for you do/receive both.

  4. I’m so sorry you had to say goodbye to Murphy. A beautiful remembrance for a beautiful boy. I don’t think there is ever enough time with them. I’m sure he loved you and the wonderful life you gave him.

  5. This just swells my heart to think of the beautiful work Murphy was part of creating. I would say he did a good job. I’m so sorry. I know Murphy is content to be through with his work here and is happily romping with his brother, but I can’t imagine how broken-hearted you and Karen are. What a special boy. Rest in peace, Murphy. Job well done.

  6. Oh my goodness. We are so saddened to hear of your loss, but like others have said…the tribute story was beautifully written. Any greyhound that is chosen to become part of your family is the lucky winner for life because you both give so much. Cherish those memories you have of Murphy and celebrate his life. Hugs and kisses!

  7. So very sorry for your loss. It’s never easy to lose any of them, but he sounds like a very special boy. Thank you for loving him.

  8. Terri, I am so sorry to hear about Murphy, he was a special pup. What a lovely tribute to such a cutie. My deepest sympathies to you, Karen and the rest of the pack. Sending hugs and love from Carrie and Fräulein

  9. I am so so sorry you lost another. As usual the two best parents in the world showed the most unconditional love you could. He will live on in your hearts as all the others do. Love you both and wish I were there to cry with you.

  10. Thank Terri for such beautiful words. Murphy and Bentley did play a most important part in our lives. I’ll never forget the first time I met them. Totally scruffy and absolutely the most handsome Greyts that I had ever met. Sure didn’t take you long to talk me into adopting both of them! They were the beginning of the best time of my life. Believe it!
    Miss you lots Murph-in-turf! Give plenty of licks to all the Greyt babies that are with you at the Bridge. Hey, I mowed some pretty wet grass today. How about coming for a quick visit and a chaw! You know you love it!

  11. what a great day the two of you gave to murphy. i’m forever grateful to you, terri, and karen for that afternoon several years when murphy hung out with me.

  12. So sad to say goodbye to these beautiful souls that we love so much. Thinking of you and Karen, and grateful that, thanks to Murphy and Bentley, you have each other to lean on in such a sad time.

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