Perot

On April 9, my beautiful blue male, Perot (Class Warrior), died of bone cancer at the age of 9 ¹/2. I was fortunate enough to share him for 6 ¹/2 years. How do you thank an animal for changing your life? He was certainly partially responsible for my choosing a career in greyhound adoption. He quickly taught me that this breed is unique and special. Never assuming, he appreciated his home and the love I gave him.

He always loved to go back to the race track, and his walks were the highlight of his day.

Without him I am alone. But not lonely. As I have the best companion. A memory of our times shared.

To the dog that captured my heart, I thank him for his love and 3,168 other wagging tails thank him for his pioneer spirit in greyhound adoption.

Sadly missed by,
His mom and his sister, Peaches