Somewhere this better be happening, my big beautiful boy going happily in every direction at once, preferably on a beach, as he loved the sand under his paws more than anything. But I chose this photo for another reason, too, one I can't believe. Poor Nigel passed away last night, folks. A few days ago he ended up with bloat--a greyhound danger--and despite heroic surgical efforts, he never quite recovered. Ended up with post operation pneumonia and despite oxygen (have you ever seen a dog with nose tubes gently stitched to the sides of his muzzle so he can't fidget out of them?), he finally could breathe no longer.
Yeah, I know, it's never the right time. I know there's never enough time. But knowledge ain't worth jack when you feel like this.
We'll all miss you, Nige, who never grew out of your puppy-wonderfulness in nine so short years. There's a bit less life force in the world right now.
September 17, 2001 - October 1, 2010
Labels: greyhounds, not again so soon please