Greyhound Gang - Looking for Love

Looking for Love - Golden Oldies

Do go to a local adoption group, and check our their available hounds. There are always so many hounds needing loving homes.

Zola

"Everyone is the age of their heart", and these young at heart hounds are only asking to bask in the sun and be with you so that their last years are spent with love. These gals are representative of the broods (they aren't broody, actually they are full of love and life) most adoption groups can rescue.

Sue

Love is All You Need.

Sue IN THE ABSENCE OF TIME

IN MEMORY OF ELLA
8/16/1990 – 9/1/2004

In the absence of time,
if you all only knew,
that the stakes are so high
and their chances so few.

Returned as seniors,
through no fault of their own.
Denied of their right
to their once “forever home.”

So many passed by.
“It’s too painful,” you say
“no promise of tomorrow.”
But what of today?

Tiny and frail, the first senior of mine,
SMA’s Ms. Regal, stopped my heart on a dime.
Her thin brindle body, her sad soulful eyes,
they paled in comparison to her heart and it’s size.

She’d run through the house, at an angle she’d go,
in her tiny little mouth, she’d carry a bowl.
Yogurt her favorite, she’d lick the bowl clean
then carry it to bed, and there she would dream.

She’d race like the wind, her feet moving fast,
she beat all the best as ‘round them she’d pass.
When she gently awoke to the sound of my voice,
I knew in my heart, that I’d made the right choice.

Our time it was short, and soon it would pass;
yet, the memories she left me forever will last.
She taught me of courage, of strength and of pride.
She taught me to laugh and in the end, how I cried.

The loss it was great, my heart took a blow.
When I looked in her eyes, only this did I know:
that this sweet precious jewel would not die alone
Ms Ella, my heart dog, forever was home.

If we open our hearts and we give them the chance,
these seniors will teach us, THAT LIFE’S WORTH THE DANCE.

By Ramona Grove
10/14/2005

Nori

WHEN I AM OLD

I shall wear turquoise and soft, gray sweatshirts and a bandana over my long, silver hair.
And I shall spend my Social Security checks on sweet wine and my dogs
And sit in my house on my well-worn chair and listen to my dogs breathing.

I will sneak out in the middle of a warm, summer night and take my Nero for a run, if my old bones will allow.
And when people come to call, I will smile and nod as I walk out and show them my dogs and talk of them and about them, the ones so beloved of the past and the ones so beloved of today.

I still will work hard cleaning their runs and mopping and feeding them, and whispering their names in a soft, loving way.
I will wear the gleaming sweat on my throat like a jewel,
and I will be an embarrassment to all and my children
Who have not yet found the peace in being free to have dogs as your best friends.

These friends who always wait, at any hour for your footfall, and eagerly jump to their feet out of a sound sleep, to greet you as if you are a God.
With warm eyes full of adoring love and hope that you will stay
and hug their big, strong necks, and kiss their dear, sweet heads,
and whisper to them of your love and the beautiful pleasure of their very special company. Trixie

I look in the mirror and see I am getting old.
This is the kind of woman I am, and have always been.
Loving dogs is easy…they are part of me, accept me for who I am.
My dogs appreciate my presence in their lives.

When I am old this will be important to me.
You will understand when you are old…
and if you have dogs to love, too.

Author Unknown