Loving Grey Thoughts.

Do you think they know when I kiss them that:

They are treasured.

That I cry for all the other Greyhounds who will never be kissed.

That I do not care that they just ate something other than a breath mint.

That their racing wins never mattered to me.

That I never cared about a beautiful lawn.

That the shoes are replaceable.

That I absolutely, positively, worship the ground that all 16 of their paws walk on.

That they are loved so much more than as a pet, but more like a friend, a confidant, a child.

I wonder if they know this when I kiss them.

Annette and Greys

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