The Racing Collar

Our racing days are all done,

but not because we hadn’t won.

Some survived that terrible day,

we couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see, and couldn’t get away.

Our trainers found us in a smoke-filled room,

they fought hard to save all of us but some were doomed.

Those of us that lived are safe and sound,

because of many helping hands, their love was abound.

We’ve traveled a long way and we’ve come so far,

But it was worth it as we saw our rescuers jump from their cars.

As we were taken off the haul,

we stretched and yawned - and we stood tall.

Our rescuers kissed us and hugged us - we felt such joy,

the love for each of us greys, every girl and every boy.

The picture is from the past, it’s just our old collars

but to us, that life is gone at last.

A race dog, just a commodity, is what we’ve been,

but because of you, we’ll never be used for that again.

So here we are - safe and warm - now we’d like to holler,

Let’s get another greyhound out of his racing collar.

~Tuesdee Monaghan