I lost my greyhound, Keena, almost 8 months ago. She was only six years old, and had gone to the vet for a dental cleaning. She didn't wake up from the anesthesia. It's honestly been the worst thing that's ever happened to me...
I used to volunteer in greyhound adoption. Keena was a very shy little girl who came off a low end track in Florida at less than two years old. Her original owner "liked the way she looked" and adopted her, she, unfortunately, didn't like her extremely shy personality and contacted the adoption group to return her. The group called me, knowing I'd had good results with shy dogs in the past and I agreed to work with her. She was a foster, and I had no intention of keeping her, but I fell hard. Let me say, I'm an extremely fortunate person. I have a great husband and daughter, a lovely home, and greyhounds of my own when Keena came along. I don't like the idea of "favorites". But, she just had me. Once she warmed enough to feel "safe" and give up her complete and utter distrust ( and when it came to strange me, terror ) of humans, she just loved. There was not a sweeter, happier or more content dog in the world. Many days after a long and hard day at work in the ER, I used to think to myself, how I just couldn't wait to get home, take a shower, and snuggle on the couch with my Keena. I still think that.
Since she's been gone, I feel like a large part of joy is just gone from my life. I'm sad. I'm angry. I feel guilty that I even made the appointment and never had a chance to say goodbye.
Since she's been gone, I've adopted another little girl. I love her to death. She's a silly, happy, joy to have in the house. However, Keena is never far from my thoughts and I still spend some nights quietly crying myself to sleep.
I'm just wondering if anyone else has had such a hard time. And, what you did to move on. And maybe, I'm just trying to empty my heart of a little saddness, too.
Thanks.
I took this picture of Keena on Thursday, July 23rd. I worked Fri- Sun in the ER and she went to the vet first thing in the morning on Monday, July 27th. I never saw her alive again...
I used to volunteer in greyhound adoption. Keena was a very shy little girl who came off a low end track in Florida at less than two years old. Her original owner "liked the way she looked" and adopted her, she, unfortunately, didn't like her extremely shy personality and contacted the adoption group to return her. The group called me, knowing I'd had good results with shy dogs in the past and I agreed to work with her. She was a foster, and I had no intention of keeping her, but I fell hard. Let me say, I'm an extremely fortunate person. I have a great husband and daughter, a lovely home, and greyhounds of my own when Keena came along. I don't like the idea of "favorites". But, she just had me. Once she warmed enough to feel "safe" and give up her complete and utter distrust ( and when it came to strange me, terror ) of humans, she just loved. There was not a sweeter, happier or more content dog in the world. Many days after a long and hard day at work in the ER, I used to think to myself, how I just couldn't wait to get home, take a shower, and snuggle on the couch with my Keena. I still think that.
Since she's been gone, I feel like a large part of joy is just gone from my life. I'm sad. I'm angry. I feel guilty that I even made the appointment and never had a chance to say goodbye.
Since she's been gone, I've adopted another little girl. I love her to death. She's a silly, happy, joy to have in the house. However, Keena is never far from my thoughts and I still spend some nights quietly crying myself to sleep.
I'm just wondering if anyone else has had such a hard time. And, what you did to move on. And maybe, I'm just trying to empty my heart of a little saddness, too.
Thanks.


I took this picture of Keena on Thursday, July 23rd. I worked Fri- Sun in the ER and she went to the vet first thing in the morning on Monday, July 27th. I never saw her alive again...
