“Now I have Belle (an angel) and Macey (my soulmate).
After Gracie died, a vet tech asked me if I was looking for another dog. She knew I was fond of Greyhounds, but said she had just rescued this little fox-like dog, who had been abandoned in the Bronx.
I said I would meet him.
They had shaved him, leaving a lion-like mane around his neck. He had the most beautiful face I had ever seen.
I took him for the weekend as a trial, but didn’t even walk half a block before I knew not only would I keep him, but that he was my soulmate.
I wanted a companion for Macy and knew it was going to be a Greyhound.
They had ended the Greyhound rescue program at the AMC, so I found a rescue group in New Jersey. I took Macy to meet his potential companion.
She was the smallest Greyhound I’d ever seen. She weighed around 50 lbs .(the bigger Greyhounds can way up to 80).
If she were a woman, she would shop in the petite dept.
They got along from the beginning. they don’t actively interact much, but occasionally I see Macy grooming Belle.
I feel their spirit. Belle is not the old soul that Gracie was, but she’s sweet and without any malice.
Macy stares at me wherever I go, even if it’s just the bathroom. He is connected to me all the time.
I don’t feel that I’ve had a human family, but my dogs are my family of choice.”