(May 29, 2001 - June 2, 2011)
We adopted Jester February 19, 2005. I had always wanted to adopt a Greyhound because of a research paper I had written about them in school that chronicled life after their racing careers. It is not a happy retirement that they face unless they are one of the lucky ones. Organizations such as SEGA have truly played a key role in improving outcomes for these retired racers.
Our story began when I headed into Petsmart one day to get a bag of dog food for my mutt dog that I rescued in Royston, GA, whom I affectionately called Royston. When I failed to emerge from the store my husband came in and found me lying on the floor with a Greyhound at one of your meet and greets. I think we had Jester within two weeks of that day. My husband was determined that he get to "pick" the dog since he had merely inherited Royston from me. We packed up and drove one and a half hours to the kennel to meet some of the hounds. Jester was the first one we met. We loved him and he was the softest dog I had ever felt. He had been in a foster home for a few weeks and his foster mom was there to chat with us. Our only hesitation was that he had been having grand mal seizures. I should have known we had sucker written on our foreheads. I also should have known that he had picked us. We looked at several other hounds and immediately decided he was the perfect fit for our family. So we loaded him up in my old Ford and went home a family of four.
I know everyone thinks they have the best dog just like everyone thinks their kid is the cutest but he was the greatest hands down. Jester had the best personality of any Greyhound I have ever met. His eyes were truly the window to his soul. My neighbor who dog sits for us was constantly talking about Jester’s eyes and all that they said when he looked at you. That is what I will always remember, his eyes. He was also the clumsiest dog I have seen. He fell down our stairs outside so many times I am sure that we funded our veterinarian’s yearly vacations. I am thankful for every day he was our lives.
Our other Greyhound, Max (aka How Soon is Now), is truly sad without his buddy. These dogs are magnificent animals that are eternally grateful for their forever home. We did everything together. I will miss our daily walks at the park, I will miss my bed buddy, and I will miss hugging him (which he tolerated without a fight). He became sick so suddenly and we were caught off guard. An ultrasound diagnosed mast cell cancer which is a type of cancer that does not respond to treatment. It saddens me that so many Greyhounds die of this hideous disease. Their sweet disposition doesn’t deserve that fate. We will miss him. My husband has lost his first son, the dog that he "picked" and our home is not the same. However, it was worth it all. We are eternally grateful for the opportunity we had to adopt him so a big thanks to you and all of your volunteers for all that you do.
Steven, Leslie, Max, and Chase Ranew