Running Greyhound Artwork by Sue Ross©
with their families!
By: Terri Onorato
All I've ever wanted is my own forever home,
a place of love and laughter where I'll never be alone.
All I've ever wanted is my own forever friend,
someone I can depend on and protect until the end.
All I've ever wanted is my own forever love,
a joyous bond to cherish blessed directly from above.
All I've ever wanted, that's what I'm waiting for,
and wait for you is what I'll do, to be your friend
owned and loved by Sue Ross
and her Dalmatian pal, "Ella", enjoying a romp in the
Handsome, Julia and Autumn.
Owned by Kathy Isaksen.
Tanking up at the snow trough.
Owned by Kathy Isaksen.
Tanya & Darci
enjoying the snow, owned by the Roberts Family.
owned by Steven Michael
Annie, of the Bain household.
Chiquita and Dana, owned and loved by the Miller family.
enjoying the "retired" life. Owned and loved by Don Barenz and Patti
Weir, saying good-bye to Bunny. They spent several months together while Bunny
recovered from her surgery. At one year old, Bunny has adjusted quite well to
her new life as a tripod.
It wasn't all that long ago I ran the dusty track for show,
devoted and driven my face pierced the wind as race after race I fought to contend.
Slow at the turn and lacking in grace I did what I could but I never placed.
I loved to run hard and hear the crowd roar yet those cheers turned to boos when I didn't score.
Folks lost their money when they bet on me they tagged me a loser, said "Retire
number three!" I had no idea what I was likely to find as I walked from the track for the very last time.
My person was waiting, eyes teared and face so long, I sensed inside the sadness that this time I'd not go home.
I tried to change my person's mind and wagged my mighty tail
but I knew deep down without a doubt, like racing I had failed. We drove along the country roads till we came upon a
town where erected off the main drag was a place known as the pound.
A pretty woman came outside and took me from my crate my person signed the papers and with one look at my face
said, "I'm sorry that I have to go and leave you here to sleep but you're not as fast as others, you no longer earn your
keep I felt my heart break into bits and walked with head bent
low I knew that it was over and I had no place to go.
Inside the dingy building I was checked and tagged and weighed, a voice said, "We
will put him down, tomorrow if not today." I heard the pretty woman state,
"Don't look him in the eye, he has that greyhound gaze that says, 'I do not want to
die." They put me in a kennel with the others on death row, I lay down on the concrete and moaned so soft and low.
Morning filtered through the glass, I stretched my weary bones the pretty woman came to me
and said, "It's time to go." The hall was long and stark and cold, I did not cry
or weep I used my eyes and face and soul to halt eternal sleep. She tried her best to use defense and look away from me,
she seemed to know how wrong it was to do this deadly deed.
She bent down close and held my face against her silken cheek, the needle entered my front
leg and quickly I felt weak I heard the pretty woman sob as she lay me on the
floor, I saw a last glimpse of her face and then I saw no more. I may not have been the fastest dog to ever run the track
I just wish someone had loved me so I could have loved them back.
Terri Onorato's Web Site contains additional
expressions of inspiration at: http://www.angelbluemist.com
written by Katie
Royal Hounds are prancing with grace
To small animals, they must give chase
Running running, the wind on their face
They are running in a cruel, cruel race
They must be quick, must be fast
Or their life will soon reside in the past
Wonderful creatures, with so much life
Too bad we humans cause so much strife
The pound is not the place
For those with so much grace
A house, a couch, a nice backyard
But be warned, some Grey’s are scarred
The track is cruel, the living hard
If you have a heart, or even a shard
You’ll help them out
You’ll have no doubt
Pull them out, save the day
Be a hero and adopt a Grey