I had the privilege of being
Sailor's friend, caregiver, playmate, disciplinarian and
housemate since he was two, when he left the track in Idaho and
was put up for adoption by the rescue organization. Sailor was
large for a greyhound, a 106 pounds. He was always ready for a
walk or a ride in the car until he became too old and frail to
really do either. He appeared to easily make the transition
during a divorce, the two of us living alone and the marriage to
my current wife of five and a half years, Tracey. Tracey had
always said she could not bear to get attached to another dog
after losing a much loved Lab. However, I believe it only took
several weeks before "my" dog became "her" dog as she got
aquainted with Sailor.
I hope and believe Sailor had a good and happy life; he gave us
the same. He had a long life, living to nearly 14.
His birthday would have been in August. It's both
interesting and comforting that we both hear him in the house on
occasion; sometimes barking, sometimes walking across the
Sailor was put to sleep at our
request and on advice from the caring vets at Chuckanut Valley
Veterinary on May 27,2006. We miss him a lot and still have
daily conversations with his remains.