Last summer, we lost our youngest pack member to cancer. Colby, was only 6. As an on the spot adoption in 2006, Colby captured our hearts. My husband & I had no intention of adopting a 4th hound. The universe had a different plan.
He was our easy going, love bug. His tail constantly wagged. Mornings were his thing & he felt that it was a mortal sin to sleep in 2 minutes passed dawn. As the official greyhound alarm clock of the family, no speck of the day was wasted by him. He loved to chastise us for sleeping in.
I always imagined that it would be years before Colby left us. He was supposed to be our long-term hound. The year that we adopted him, he was only three. Again, the universe had a different plan.
Love them while you can.
The time goes quickly between,
"There's nothing wrong"
"There's nothing that we can do".