goodbye Jumbo

Dave called me this afternoon to tell me they had to take Jumbo to the vet and put him to sleep. He was such a good boy. 14 years is a long time for a greyhound to live, but it is still so hard. To know I'll never see him coming up the stairs, that loping way he walked; playing with his bone I got him for Christmas, curling up beside me on the couch (an 85 pound greyhound is so not a lap dog). I loved him like he was mine. I wish I could have been there when he passed, but I am glad he had Dave and Phil there.

Goodbye sweet friend.