Today was the hardest goodbye of all. I said goodbye to my Danny Bleu, keeper of my heart.
We’ve been together since 2004. He actually came to me to work on a little house training and socialization. He was only supposed to stay for a month or two for Rayetta, the president of the greyhound group I volunteered for.
I remember the day he came home so well. He hopped out the back of the truck and it was love at first sight for both us. He was the most beautiful greyhound I had ever seen. He was steel blue with amber eyes.
Back in the day I drove a 1970 Volkswagen bus. Instead of seats, it had a cot and Danny Bleu loved to ride on the cot, it was perfect for him. That damn bus backfired all of the time, but it never seemed to phase Danny. As long as he was with me, he was happy.
He was an awesome ambassador for greyhound adoption. He was regal, kind and the perfect greyhound.
He was also one of our universal blood donors. He was an amazing blood donor, they could hook the needle up and he would stand there until they got what they needed.
Fall was a favorite time of year and he would happily munch on the apples as they fell from the trees.
He loved to go on road trips. We often took him with us and everyone would ooooh and aaaah over his beauty.
He and I had a thing at bedtime. I would sit my fresh glass of ice water down on the table by the bed and he would eat three cookies and have a drink of my water. He was never one to sleep on the bed with me though, even though I really wanted him too.
Danny was the keeper of my heart, but he knew how to share it with all of the other dogs as they joined our family. He knew that deep down, he was my heart dog no one would ever come between us.
As I said my last goodbye to him, I gently held his paw to my heart and promised him that he would always be the keeper of my heart.