I'm sorry to say that my mother's sweet, elderly greyhound Tara died yesterday. My mother adopted her when she was already 10 years old, and gave her a very good life.
I was glad that I got to see her Wednesday night, and take her for a little walk to her favorite spot, to visit the smells of all her friends. Poor thing, she could hardly walk and I had to carry her into the house.
Because she was very camera-shy, I don't have a great photo of her, except on my phone. I'll try to extract that one. She was very handsome, fawn-colored, and very large for a female. When she was young, like 10-12, she liked to sprint home after our walks!
She'll be greatly missed.