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Posted by: McFarland_Pack Jan 18 2011, 03:33 PM
To all the peepl who luv greyhounds.

My name is Chrissie. My facing name was Crystal Chrysler. I'm writing this for mee and my sistirs, Pony (Crystal Pontiac) and Farrah (Crystal Ferrari). We came to Greyhound Adoption of Ohio in November. The peepl here sed they saw us on the Kansas website (What's a website?) and new we wer at a farm for a reel long time, waiting for sombody to adopt us. we no what that is becuz we herd other dogs talking about beeing adoptid and we no some of our pupeez have been adopted. weer reely happy about that but duzn't anybody want us? The peepl at GAO took us becuz thay sed thay hav lots of wonderful famileez that would luv to adopt "more mature" girlz, lik us. But, sinc we came here nobody has wanted to adopt any of us. Wen thay hear we are 9 yeerz old, they go look at the other dogs. Thay say we're too old. How can a dog be too old? Weer not too old to be luvd. Weer not too old to want our own person. Weer not too old to want to get hugs and kissis and to cuddl up at nite and no somebody luvs us. Yer never too old for that, are you? Yoo woodnt even no wer 9! We all LUV too play! We run and jump and play
with our toys! Linda sed that mabee Santa would bring us a home but I gess Santa forgot us.

If yoo wood like to adopt a REELY nice girl, PLEASE give us a chance. I promis weel be reel good and yoo'll be reely happy yoo adoptid one of us!

Yor greyhound frend, Chrissie

Pleez reed this poem to see how we feel.

Oh yeah. Heather askt us to ask for a home for her, too. Sheez a GREAT girl (I no cuz her crate is right behind me, in the kennel and wee talk) She and Paul hav bin in home together for a few yeerz. They had to com back becuz there mom is reel sick. Heather knows all about living in a hom. She sez she reely wants to hav a home, again. Sheez lonely in the kennel cuz she nose how good it is to hav a familee.
One By One

One by one, they pass by my cage,
Too old, too worn, too broken, no way.
Way past his time, he can't run and play.
Then they shake their heads slowly and go on their way.
A little old man, arthritic and sore,
It seems I am not wanted anymore.
I once had a home, I once had a bed,
A place that was warm, and where I was fed.
Now my muzzle is grey, and my eyes slowly fail.
Who wants a dog so old and so frail?
My family decided I didn't belong,
I got in their way, my thinking was wrong.
Whatever excuse they made in their head,
Can't justify how they left me for dead.
Now I sit in this cage, where day after day,
The younger dogs get adopted away.
When I had almost come to the end of my rope,
You saw my face, and I finally had hope.
You saw thru the grey, and the legs bent with age,
And felt I still had life past this cage.
You took me home, gave me food and a bed,
And shared your own pillow with my poor tired head.
We snuggle and play, and you talk to me low,
You love me so dearly, you want me to know.
I may have lived most of my life with another,
But you outshine them with a love so much stronger.
And I promise to return all the love I can give,
To you, my dear person, as long as I live.
I may be with you for a week, or for years,
We will share many smiles, you will no doubt shed tears.
And when the time comes that God deems I must leave,
I know you will cry and your heart, it will grieve.
And when I arrive at the Bridge, all brand new,
My thoughts and my heart will still be with you.
And I will brag to all who will hear,
Of the person who made my last days so dear.

From Linda to those who read this letter:

We know the economy is not the best and many people are struggling to make ends meet. Others just truly don't have the time or room in their lives for another dog. BUT, if you can, please give it a thought. In the back of my mind is part of a poem I heard, years ago. I remember the lines because they're so true. A dog much like the girls above says,

"My time will pass whether
I'm stuck in this cage or we're happy together"

These older pups, like all of us, will die whenever fate dictates. While we're all sad when we lose a dear friend, please don't let that stop you. Nothing good is lost without pain. It's part of life. These girls are happy and healthy and have many good years.

And finally, a VERY special "thank you" to a very special person. Last year, we received a call from a gentleman whose grandfather had just passed away. He told us that his grandfather had adopted 3 greyhounds (I believe, directly from the track) many years earlier. No one in the family wanted them and they had nowhere to go. They were 9-12 years old. Of course, we took them, knowing that we'd certainly have to split them up. Usually, that's not such a terrible problem, but, this time, it was very sad. When they arrived at GAO, they weren't in great shape. They needed major dental work and all were thin. For their ages, they were quite frail and clearly dependant upon each other, for comfort. We had their medical needs taken care of, their teeth cleaned, placed all three together in one of the large pens in the kennel and waited. Who would get a home first? Little Jenny, the smallest of the 3 and the only girl? Frail Chucky, who had vision problems and felt best when his friends were nearby or Jimbo, the oldest of the group? Would anyone want them, at all?

At the time, we didn't know that Katherine Doherty was here, right around the corner, in Solon. We didn't know Katherine at the time, but we do now! After visiting the kennel and meeting the trembley trio, Katherine felt she just couldn't take one, since it would mean leaving the other two. She resolved her dilemma by reaching deep inside and finding the room for all three! Katherine, there is a special place in heaven for you.

Now that I've taken so much of your time, I'll say "goodnight" and go to sleep with the hope that the four crates occupied by Chrissie, Pony, Farrah and Heather will soon be empty. Please take a look at your couch. Might there be room for just one more?

With great love for greyhounds,
Linda Perko
Greyhound Adoption of Ohio
kennel 440-543-6256
cell 440-591-0905
Since this email originally went out, Heather and Pony found homes. Chrissie and Ferrari are still searching!

Posted by: dad2paisley Jan 20 2011, 03:33 PM
I hope they find their forever home soon.

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