There was no question as to another dog coming into my home after the passing of my boys. The only question was which rescue. Pitbulls, senior and special needs were the options as long as I was able to lift and carry in case of an emergency. That all went by the wayside when my niece (Ms M) who works for a Greyhound rescue group suggested I adopt a greyhound.
Those dogs are huge and skinny and delicate and fragile and dopey and…
This stops right here.
After researching the plight of American retired greyhounds my choice was made, and I contacted a rescue group in my area.
My preference for adoption was a black female, young retired greyhound as black is not a desirable colour for adoption. I was first matched with a brindled 2-year-old female, but she did not pass the ‘cat’ test which means she kept lounging at the test cat regardless of the hissing or slaps coming her way while simultaneously trying to eat it.
The rescue group suggested I meet CG’s Kate who did pass the cat test and although she was not my first choice, she turned out to be the best choice.
CG’s Kate, who is now named Katie is a retired Florida greyhound, born on April 22, 2014 and won one of 75 races. She was retired sometime before the start of the New Year and came into my life on December 23, 2018 (which is termed ‘Gotcha day’ ).
It is a process and an enduring one. We are still in the getting to know you phase and she’s slowly allowing me to see and play with the beautiful soul she’s finally able to release.
For more information on Rescued Greyhounds please click HERE