I had to say goodbye to my Greyhound Casey 2 days ago. She was diagnosed with bone cancer 3 weeks ago, and would have been 11 on April 4. I was so lucky to have had such a wonderful baby. I adopted her from the track when she was two years old, and I truly believe she saved my life. She was there through my 20's, which was a tremendously hard time.....I guess you could say that we rescued each other. The apartment is just so quiet with her gone, and I still can't bring myself to empty her bowls of food and water. When I look around at all of her pictures (and they are everywhere!), I can't believe that she's just a memory. I can certainly say that the reality of it hasn't hit me. I was fortunate to have my mom stay with me this weekend, so I didn't feel so alone, but I just can't wrap my head around it. I can't quite imagine leaving for work on Monday and not having to take her out....then coming home and not having her greet me. I think this week is going to be next to impossible.