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Diego, the sensitive greyhound rescue (part 4)

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“I filed for separation from my husband a few months after Nutmeg died.

I realized that both Nutmeg and Diego were my guardian angels.

Throughout the stress of divorce and daily life, my dogs have been a grounding force.

They’ve been angelic.

They have wisdom.

Having dogs has centered my focus.

No matter what I am going through, I always have a reason to get up, walk, and feed Diego.

I always have a grounding responsibility that is a privilege.”

Diego, the sensitive greyhound rescue (part 3)

“Nutmeg died in front of Diego and me.  It was painful to watch.

I thought Diego was going to die, too.

He literally shut down.  He stopped eating, going to the bathroom and he wouldn’t move.

It took weeks for him to recover.

I started to feed him home cooked meat and let him lay down anywhere.  The furniture that had been forbidden for the dogs was now welcome for Diego to lay on.

I was willing to do whatever it took to get him back to the living.”

Diego, the sensitive greyhound rescue (part 2)

“Nutmeg went from being malnourished and frightened to learning that she was safe and healthy.

She became a vivacious diva.

She was both regal and goofy.

She had a giant overbite which made her look like a dork.

But, she also looked regal, like something out of European aristocracy (as the greyhounds often look).

I adopted Diego while I still had Nutmeg.

I wanted a baby and my husband (at the time) wasn’t right for the job.  He was neither willing nor capable.

I had more love to give and I rescued another greyhound; Diego.

At first, Nutmeg couldn’t be bothered with Diego, but he has this sweet genuine quality and eventually she gave in.

Diego would stand by Nutmeg, guarding her.

She was his queen.  It was phenomenal to watch.”

Diego, the sensitive greyhound rescue (part 1)

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“I started working with greyhound rescue 2o years ago.

Through that process, I learned about racing and abuse and the rescue efforts that were going on around the country.

That’s when I met my first greyhound, Nutmeg.

I got her in February, 2001.  She had been severely beaten and abused.

She was physically beaten and was afraid of everything, from different noises to her own fur coat.  She had been malnourished and her coat was patchy and thin.  Her skin was really dry.  Dogs’s skin and coat is a sign of their health and Nutmeg was in bad shape.

I worked with her to bring her back to optimal health.”