Greyhounds in our group: Greyhounds that have crossed the bridge:
Greyhound
Poem
Whether I was too slow or too playful, I don't really know? I tried my best
and ran like the rest. But however fast I ran, it was never enough. Racing for
me was just too tough. Life on the track wasn't always fun. Some days, I just
didn't want to run. The time had come for my career to end, but lucky for me,
my new life begins!