Just want to start off saying, I have a Black Lab "Jack" and my gf a Beagle "Rubi" and they are awesome. My gf wanted a Beagle really bad, always has,
and my friends fiance had an uncle or something looking for homes, well Rubi was given to an old lady who couldn't keep up with the responsibilities
to take car of a puppy, and when we laid eyes on her she named her, and me also, just knew she was ours for her entire life, it was meant to be.
My father had rescued a Grey Hound that was a track dog, retired, needing a home. His name was Timber, and he was a great dog. They seem to be dumb,
we called him peanut head sometimes, but when you look into their eyes, at least with Timber, you could see his loyalty and who he was. We didn't get
along good at first, but that changed over time. Timber was then plagued by a series of seizures, where he could barley move, and would shake, and
look scared. It wasn't like a seizure I've seen a human have, but most likely due to the fact he was a track dog, and was probably given drugs for any
number of reasons during this time.
After years, when a high school team mate of mine was playing his rookie year in the Superbowl starting for the Giants, and the weekend of my fathers
birthday, he got called into work a crossed the country in TX. Timber had recently been diagnosed with bone cancer. My Dad was in the slumps a bit,
but Timber had been given pain killers from our vet, and he was happy he was feeling himself again. Well, we let Timber out to use the bathroom and he
went for a run as he used to do all the time, just loved running. He didn't come back... hours passed and we couldn't find him, it was icy and cold
out, snow on the ground; then finally we heard him in agony outside, we let him in and his rear leg was no good, all swollen, and we could tell
something bad had happened. He went for a run, and because of the pain killers we think, he didn't know he was "in pain". Either he slipped and fell,
or the cancer weakened bone just went. The next morning my mother and I brought him to the vet and he said he needed to be put down, his bone had
shattered and their was no more they could do. We called my father in TX and for the first time ever, I heard my Dad cry. He tried to hide it, but the
silence told me he just couldn't hold it back. I spent Timbers last moments with him looking into his eyes, and it was surreal. Only once before have
I had to do this, to my old Black Lab, "Black Jack". I'll never forget those 2 moments I had to give the ok to end a dogs life to end their suffering.
They really are mans best friend!
I say ask your landlord first, any pet should be kept for life, but no doubt Greyhounds are amazing dogs.
edit on 7/19/13 by SixX18 because:
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edit on 7/19/13 by SixX18 because: (no reason given)