SAVE A GREY HEART

Save A GreyHeart

RESCUE ME

It wasn't 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 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 did not score.

Folks lost their money when they bet on me they tagged me a looser, said, "Retire number three."

I had no idea what I was likely to find as I walked from the track that very last time.

My person was waiting; eyes tired 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 until we came upon a town, where erected off the main drag was a place called a 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 I have to go and leave you here to sleep But you're not as fast as the others, you no longer earn your keep."

I felt my heart break into bits and I 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 tagged and weighed, a voice said, "We'll put him down tomorrow if not today."

I heard the pretty woman say, "Don't look him in the eye, He has that greyhound gaze that says, "I don't want to die."

They put me in a kennel with all the others on death row, I laid down on the cold concrete and cried so soft and low.

Morning filtered through the glass, I stretched my weary bones, the pretty woman came to me and said, and “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 laid me on the floor, I saw a 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...I had so much love to give back.

Yes...I am in the process of adopting a greyhound (greythound) and my baby will be coming home sometime this summer!

Yes..I

am very excited!

Be sure to check back soon to see the pictures of my babe!

7/9/01

UPDATE: Our babe is here! He is magnificent!

He is all black..2 years old...

Very sweet and shy!

His name is Flash!

Check my site for Flash's page!

WHAT A GREYTHOUND!!!

Retired racers have nowhere to go when their racing career is over. Too many of them are euthanized for this reason. They need caring homes. They make wonderful pets and are forever grateful for the home that you provide. They will return many times over the love that you give to them.

Ten Reasons Why a Former Racing Greyhound Needs You!

Most of these dogs are euthanized when they can no longer race.

Some are not humanely euthanized; they are brutally killed or "taken off", or left somewhere to starve.

Some of them are bred to race, but for some reason are not able to qualify, and never race.

Some of these dogs are used for "vivisection"; medical research.

They did not receive much TLC while racing; they cannot get enough when adopted!

They are very loving and affectionate dogs; they have just never had anyone to love.

Most of them have 8 - 10 years left to live when their racing career is over.

People have been adopting greyhounds for years; but there are still not enough homes for all of them.

They have "earned their keep", but have never had what you could call a "home".

Greyhounds, like all living creatures, need love.

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NO WONDER HE WAGS HIS TAIL!

When God had made the Earth and sky,

The flowers and the trees.

He then made all the animals

And all the birds and bees.

And when his work was finished

Not one was quite the same,

He said "I'll walk this Earth of mine

And give each one a name".

And so he traveled land and sea

And everywhere he went,

A little creature followed him

Until it's strength was spent.

When all were named upon the Earth

And in the sky and sea,

The little creature said "Dear Lord,

There's not one left for me".

The Father smiled and softly said

"I've left you to the end,

I've turned my own name back to front

And called you DOG, my friend".

"...until one has known and loved a Greyhound, a part of one's soul remains unawakened..."

Greyhounds as pets...

Retired Greyhounds are

beautiful, loyal and

intelligent pets. If given love

and attention, proper food,

medical care and exercise,

they can live a long life (12 -

14 years.) They will provide

companionship and

unconditional love in return.

Greyhounds are always

"greytful" to their new family.

Greyhounds who don't pay off at the track are retired either due to injuries, lack of speed, or by reaching the mandatory retirement age of 5. Rather than housing and feeding the Greyhounds that are deemed worthless, their racing careers, and lives, are ended Either by the needle of a veterinarian or by other cruel and inhumane means such as starvation, the gas chamber, the research lab or the bullet, their lives come to an unnecessary end.

When all is said and done, after all the culling and killing, 45,000+ Greyhounds loose their lives each year for this horrendous 'sport'