This past weekend has had me thinking about a lot. Some of you may know that I am Secretary to our local greyhound adoption group. As part of my duties, I am responsible for sending out sympathy cards for our friends who have recently lost their hounds. During the past month, we have lost 6 of our precious hounds. One to a freak accident, two to complications of old age, one to a soft tissue cancer and two to the dreaded osteo. What makes it so hard is that one of these families has already lost two before her to this disease. Why is it that some families just seem to have the worst luck? However, this is the same family who is currently fostering my Buddy. I realize that maybe his place is to mend their broken heart.
On a happier note. I got to see my Bluto today! Some of my follwers might remember him from when I fostered him and dog sat for him before his family got too busy for him. If there are any of you out there who don't think these dogs remember you, I would disagree with you. He took one look at me, jumped up, put his front legs on my shoulders and gave me his signature hug. To say I was glad to see him too, would have been an understatement. We visited for a while. This included him laying in my lap. But I loved every second of it!