“I learned about the horrible things being done to Greyhounds after they were retired.
They were shooting them, putting them in hot trucks leaving them to die, and abandoning them after cutting off their ears to remove their identifiable tattoos.
One day in 1993 while I was waiting to cross a street corner, a dog was leaning on me. I asked the owner if it was a Whippet, but she answered no, it was a rescued Greyhound. I said, I want one, I want to rescue a Greyhound. She told me about the program at AMC (Animal Medical Center), where they used them as blood donors and then adopted them out.
2 days later I got Gracie. She was the first of 3 Greyhounds. I knew she was a Bodhisattva (enlightened one). She had a gentle spirit and was an old soul–maybe it was the way she looked at me. She had a peaceful knowing way about her. When they brought her in the adoption room she approached me, making eye contact immediately without fear.
She knew we were supposed to be together.
I can’t think of any moment that stands out, but all my time with her was extraordinary. Everyone seemed to think so too.
We had each other for 8 years.”