In October, I fostered a 6 year old greyhound, Rudy. He wasn't working out at his foster home. He had no idea about walking on a leash and his housetraining lacked. After a week & half, something clicked. He became an excellent leash walker- no more full-race launches to get to whatever he felt the need to see. Rudy turned into a clean, excellent pet. We took hour long walks all over. He went into a new home with a family that loved him.
His new owner called me yesterday. Rudy was diagnosed with lymphoma and has about 2 months left. The adoption group head took him back. Her husband just died before Thanksgiving.
Rudy is coming back here to live out his days. Our apartment is the closest he had to a permanent home. It's the best for him, but it's going to be hell watching this 85 lb goofball fade out.
Don't be fooled by the serious face. He's a clown