Taz

On May 31, 2005 my big beautiful Taz passed over the rainbow bridge. He is with his best friend Echo now. He had a gentle soul, a big heart and a great sense of humor.

He waited each day for me to play his favorite game – soccer ball. If it was cold, dark or raining he had to play. If I wouldn’t go out with him he went and played alone, always making me laugh watching him. His first 3 years were spent alone and bored in a cage, being moved from one racetrack to another. I had Echo when we found him, and it was love at first sight! He followed her everywhere and learned all of the things greyhounds know nothing about, like steps, glass doors, soft beds and cookies (biscuits). He was so happy to have a friend like her; someone to love and care for him. He had the freedom to run and play and sleep when he wanted to. Taz was so lost and sad when we lost Echo. He wouldn’t eat or play ball and mourned her going as much as I did.

Like Echo, Taz was 12 when the vet discovered bone cancer in his front leg. I knew he could not and would not want to go through what Echo so bravely did. He started limping, couldn’t play with his ball and was on medication for the pain, which got worse each day. One morning he looked at me and I knew. He didn’t get up and wouldn’t eat or drink. I wasn’t ready to let him go. Our vet came to our home so I could be there to with him in his own bed. It had only been 6 weeks since we found out; and he was gone too suddenly. I couldn’t let him suffer and fight a loosing battle like Echo for only a few more months of life. He was his big handsome healthy looking self, hard to realize something we couldn’t see would take him so quickly, which made it even more difficult to let go. I will remember all of the unique and wonderful pets who have shared their lives with me. I am comforted knowing they will all be there to greet me when it is my time to leave.