July 3 1994 —– March 4 2000
Greyhound
I had always dreamed of the perfect dog to have not only my pet
but as a companion who would be a source of comfort
and companionship in my life.
This being my very first dog I searched and searched.
Finally my husband and I decided a greyhound would fit our life style
and it was a really great cause to support.
It was Macintosh we chose a 2 year old male ex-racer who so willingly
stole our hearts as he purposely dropped the worn tennis ball at my feet.
I asked that all the others be put back in their kennels he had found me.
From then on for the next 4 years there was Mac.
Always at my side always looking out for me always creating chaos
when he was left alone never sleeping soundly until I was ready myself
for bed. Six months later we got a second dog but it was not the same.
Four years later Mac’s old racing injuries ultimately took his life.
You can not beat cancer nor can you beat the pain that follows as
you watch your beloved pet leave for the last time.
I never found the strength to be there when Mac was put to sleep
but I saw how he looked at me when the vet took him.
I swear he knew there would be no more pain.
We still have his “sister” and having her has helped but the
pain of losing a pet who loved you back so unconditionally
never seems to cease. I hope there is a resting
place in heaven for all of our perfect pets.
Carole
| Macintosh |