Your hound can be featured as a Loved Hound, too. Just bid in Greyhound Gang's on-line auction (during the first two weeks of every month) for your chance to be spotlighted. Once you've won, I'll call to get your story. You'll email me pictures, and the following month, this is where you and your hound will be. Loved Hound. Our wish - love for them all.
Katie Kate, Kangaroo Kate, 'Kate's Impact', silly lovely Katie. She came to us at 8 1/2 after having too many families and without the security she needed and deserved. We were deciding which grey to bring home for our next foster. There was a young highly adoptable grey and this little older girl with emotional and health issues. A fellow volunteer pleaded with us, "Won't you please take Katie and give her a chance." OK, we said. We'll take the one who needs us the most.
Sweet little Katie easily slipped into the rhythm of our boisterous loving family, finding the stability and confidence she'd lost. And you know how the story goes. It turned out we needed her as much or more than she needed us and soon she became an official member of our family. Originally from Australia, then Hawaii and Seattle, she took quite a path to us here on the Olympic Peninsula and into our hearts. For that, we are forever greytful.
Exuberant, loyal, and opinionated. That was our dear sweet Katie. Her skinny little bum pranced with a playful puppy wiggle when she walked. She became the official family ear cleaner, going from ear to ear with her long wet tongue. Each of the five other dogs getting its turn, eyes closed with contentment, as its ears were gently bathed. Sometime ago she started the habit of standing by the back door barking. It took us awhile to realize that she was alerting us to her quiet sister greyhound, Anna, who was outside patiently waiting to be let in. And so Katie acquired another nickname, Lassie. She lived for walks. Long walks. Short walks. Beach walks. And napping, always close by, watching her humans. Kate befriended other fosters, greyhounds or injured puppies that came and went from our home, helping them feel secure. And she was always ready to be a charming elegant ambassador at greyhound information booths.
Katie took her final journey when she was 13 years old. But there are never enough birthdays. We would have loved to have had the chance to celebrate her 14th with her. But that was not to be. The dreaded osteo took her away.
Dearest Katie, I will always think of you joyfully carrying your toy (especially the pink and yellow octopus) and dancing into the bedroom when it was time for us all to go to bed, your favorite time of day. And how, should one of us dawdle along the way, you'd impatiently come back to gather us up and escort us to the bedroom. I will always remember the way you looked deep into my heart with your beautiful brown eyes. How did we get so lucky? We miss you so and wish you a safe journey wherever your sweet spirit goes.