Tate’s Final Rest

The bad day happened. No, not the actual decision and act to send Tate across the rainbow bridge because his seizures were escalating, and he was beginning to suffer the consequences. That was not a good day, but at least … Read more

That dreaded call …

I am calmly awaiting the dreaded call. The one to tell us that we may pick up Tate’s cremains. As rational as I have been, knowing that throughout his seizures, that we would eventually have had to put him down … Read more

Tate hides a bone

As I mentioned in the last post, saying goodbye to Tate was not easy, but it was the right decision. Now, I will write a series of posts to remember Tate, and the all too brief time he spent with us.

Being a seizure dog wasn’t easy, either on us or on poor Tate, but it wasn’t all bad times. Tate was a fun loving, affectionate goof. Throughout the 5 years he spent with us, he was constantly surprising us with his follies.

This post will be about his sensitive stomach.

Often with rescued greyhounds, the diet that they are fed on the track is not the highest quality. Often it is rejected meat, and a very high protein and calorie diet, and this leads to a sensitive stomach after their time on the track.

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Goodbye Tate

Saying goodbye is always difficult. This week Tate passed over the rainbow bridge. He passed peacefully, and quietly. If you have been following me on Facebook or the Greytbros blog, you know that Tate suffered from grand mal seizures, that … Read more