My beloved Greyhound
Its not been too long now but it seems like a lifetime since he left.
When I rang the greyhound rescue to enquire about adoption they asked what size I would like and I replied "The bigger the better". Little was I to know that they would find me the biggest greyhound that they had!
When we went to meet him we pulled up at the kennels and I saw a giant brindle greyhound just inside the gate and said to my hubbie "I hope its him, I really want that one"! There were lots of greyhounds around so I thought to myself whichever one it is you must give them a chance! Much to my delight they proceeded to introduce us to the giant brindle! His name was Ronnie and he was so sad but I loved him so much. So he came home with us.
We changed his name to Rosco and he lived with us for the next 8yrs.
He was an old grump who couldnt be bothered to get out of bed except for food!
I tried to write about all of the good times we had but I just cant face them right now.
Rosco started to limp a few days after we came back from a week on holiday. He & Flash his bassett hound had been staying with my mother-in-law who loved him dearly.
He sometimes had a limp due to his old racing injuries and it usually cleared up within a few days of his tablets.
A few more days passed and on the Monday he went down hill suddenly. I took him to the vets who said that he felt sure it wasnt a fracture as he couldnt feel one and that he thought it could be a bone tumour! He gave him some pain killers and told us to come back a week later and if he was no better then he would x-ray him.
He didnt seem to be getting any better but he was getting no worse. But on the Wednesday night he didnt seem right, I'm not sure why but I just had a feeling that something was wrong, much worse. It was late at night and before I went to bed I took his photo for the last time & then sat down by his bed and laid my head on his shoulder, I held his paw & stroked his snout. This sent alarm bells ringing as he just didnt like to cuddle, just for a few seconds if he was feeling generous! I stayed this way for 30 minutes telling him all about how much I wanted him from the very first moment & that I loved him so very much, and if he wanted to he could leave us now so he didnt have to be brave for us.
When I got up the next day he could hardly stand. His hips just kept twisting and falling out from under him.
When my husband came home we took him to the vets. We had to wait there for ages as it was so busy. All the time Rosco refused to lie on the cold hard floor. He stood there with his stomach across my leg so that his back end wouldnt colapse. The vet agreed that there was no other option so we stayed with him until he had gone talking to him all the time.
Its so lonely here without him, I was just used to him being here!
I cant face owning another greyhound, at least not for a few yrs. He was the 3rd one we had lost & I cant face losing another.
Rosco was almost 14
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Fynn McCaul 
Rosie O'Grady
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