One dog wasn’t on the transporter

One dog wasn’t on the transporter

Corrigan has been failing for quite a while with many an emergency dash to the vet recently. After much deliberation we made the decision to let him slip through our fingers and spare him the distress of the move. He had undoubtedly had enough.

We quite clearly remember the day he arrived at Moorside, frankly in a bit of a state. Corrigan had fallen amongst thieves and we are leaving his story up on the sponsor page for a few days for those that are interested.  A special thanks also to his loyal little gang of sponsors. Please don’t desert us, there are other greyhounds, some of whom have no-one to support them!

He took advantage of the peace and quiet yesterday as many an old man does when the youngsters have left for the pub.  Thanks to Chris at Donaldsons once again for making a special trip for us, one of so many over the years, Bob, Chris and Deb all sat outside in the sunshine whilst the old boy fell asleep with his head on Deb’s knee. No fuss, no drama and always with the animals welfare the only priority.

Let’s remember Corrigan at his best, a breathtakingly beautiful athlete, a beautiful sheen on his blue coat and running for his own pleasure. We loved him and we will miss him. See you on the bridge kid.

Homes needed

This weekend is the final weekend for rehoming, as when we get to Scotland we will have to wait for a licence before we can start again.

I think it is a really good thing that rescues are licenced, some of them i have been to over the years are disgusting. And that does include ones used by registered charities.

So we will still have to rehome, Elias, Rupert, Malcom, Arlo and Ada…..and Jack & Jill but we have never had an enquiry about them…

 

 

 

 

Terence….Mr Moles brother

Well what a worry this boy is. I know you shouldn’t have favourites but he is, there I’ve said it. Probably because since he came in, one of the Sheffield 13, he has been at the vets a few times. None of his own doing I may add.

He started last year just not being right, bad skin and his hair started growing longer than it should. Numerous tests & treatments later we found out that he has Cushings disease and not just the normal one but the Adrenal bloody tumour type.

He was at the vets the whole last week in March as he had stopped eating, but he doesn’t like the vets and was becoming more and more depressed. So he is back home, on medication. He is getting thinner day by day but he is eating and being spoilt. There is a chicken cooking as i type and Bronia is off to the butchers tomorrow for mince…

He will not go back in the vets, he will be put to sleep at home…lets hope it’s not for a good while yet…

Deb