If your beloved hound has gone to the Rainbow Bridge,
please send us a photo so that we can remember him or her here.
Crisco Komatsu, 1-4-1996 to 9-28-2009
We lost our beautiful Crisco Roo (Nore Express) to spinal cancer. The connection I had with this boy was once-in-a-lifetime, and I am grateful to have known him. He was confident, intelligent; and until his last weeks he walked with a sure, prancing step, ears perked and eyes bright, watching everything. In public, he graciously allowed everyone to compliment and worship him. I picture him riding at the head of our parade float, wearing his crown. Always there to share my snacks, he had a special sweet tooth for cookies and DQ. He arrived certain that our bed was his, and slept there next to me, legs everywhere, utterly relaxed. I miss his knowing expression, his coarse curly coat, the wag of his tail, his extraordinary attitude. He was one of the six Founding Hounds of Minnesota Greyhound Rescue, and MNGR truly exists because of my love for Crisco. He was my heart and soul, my best friend for 7 years. Nothing will ever be the same without him.
Sly Komatsu, 8-22-1998 to 9-21-2009
Our sweet Sly (Si Slider) left us unexpectedly from a pulmonary embolism, just 6 months after we adopted him. He was my happy, healthy boy until the last. We saw Sly on the Michigan REGAP site right after we lost our 13-year-old Tanner, and knew he was meant for us. We adored him. In his brief time with us, he was a constant source of joy and comfort. It was impossible to be near Sly and be sad. We are grateful for his tooth chattering, which made everyone at Meet n Greets hug him and fawn over him, but was really happiness. We loved his nose-pokes, insistent that we pet him immediately. He shredded paper with abandon and exuberance. He ran sideways like a freight train, without regard for where he was headed, and walked with a butt wiggle that made us laugh. Sly was pure silly goodness, and we will always treasure our time together. I only hope he understood that, at 11 years old, he was finally home forever.
Annie Komatsu, 9-?-1997 to 4-16-2009
Our little Annie girl (M’s Annie Roonie) was diagnosed with osteosarcoma days after her brother Tanner’s death, and we lost her two months to the day later. With such a spunky disposition, we thought she would live forever. Annie came to us accidentally: a “failed” mission to deliver her from a relinquishing family to the adoption group. She was our third greyhound, and the one who put us over the line into “crazy greyhound people.” Annie was one of the six Founding Hounds of Minnesota Greyhound Rescue, and traveled across the country with our family. She even walked the runway of a drag show! She was one of the smallest greyhounds we’ve ever seen, but she had a huge personality. Bouncing around, barking, jumping up…Annie brought liveliness into our lazy house of big boys. She would dearly have loved to be the boss of them, but had to settle for being the best buddy of our miniature schnauzer. She was our little Squirrel, our Annie Bananie.
Tanner Komatsu, 1-3-1996 to 2-16-2009
We lost our beloved Tanner (Mustbe Fiftyways) to osteosarcoma. We were only given 3.5 years with this beautiful boy, but each second was a gift. At the saddest times, just looking at his face could make me smile. He was sheer goodness, from nose to tail. We miss his air snaps, his love of Thai food, the little dance he would do in the yard, his hopeful ears and puffy tail, his hoarse throaty bark that he only used in defense of his Mommy, his constant calming presence. Although he left behind 7 siblings, our home feels empty. He was one of the six Founding Hounds of Minnesota Greyhound Rescue (see CG Fall 2007), and worked a Meet n Greet almost every weekend, right up until his death. Passers-by would marvel at his soft fur, expressive eyes and gentle nature. Countless greyhounds in Minnesota and Georgia have homes because of Tanner. He was my moon and stars and sky, and I am grateful to have been his Mommy. We miss you, little Fuzzy.
Whitey Komatsu (White Lion), 8-29-2998 to 5-2010
We only got to spend 6 months with our precious Whitey. We adopted him at 11 years old, and two weeks later he was diagnosed with osteosarcoma. We had to make a terrible decision for a hound we barely knew; but Whitey had a huge personality in his small body and a strong desire to live. We amputated his leg and he did several rounds of chemo. He took it all like a champ, and amazed us every day with his bravery and spirit. Even when the cancer had spread everywhere in his body, he was still digging backyard holes with his one front leg. He had a patented foot-stomp, head-shake and bark combo to tell me there was another dog in his favorite bed. We’d love to believe that part of the reason Whitey was such a trooper is that he knew that, finally, he had found his forever home. We loved him with all our hearts and miss him every day. Our Small White Dog.
Apollo Komatsu (JR's Apollo), 2-13-2000 to 8-2010
Apollo joined our family at age 9, on the day before our Crisco’s death. He helped me through one of the hardest times in my life with his gentle spirit and quiet presence. A few months later, while his brother Whitey was undergoing chemo, Apollo was diagnosed with bone cancer. We chose to amputate Apollo’s leg, and were once again amazed by the resilience and spirit of the greyhound. Apollo was a shy boy, a quiet gentleman who seemed delicate and fragile. But the day after his leg amputation, he hopped out of the clinic unassisted and jumped into the van. He wanted to come home! In the months that followed, he learned to run full-out around the yard and brought joy back to our lives. He and Whitey were chemo buddies, and both of them knew that an Arby’s roast beef sandwich was waiting for them at the end. Through it all Apollo learned to find comfort in my arms and I think he truly understood that we were his family forever. We only knew him for about 9 months before the cancer took him, but he is in my heart forever.
Palu Komatsu (Tuff Desire), 10-1-1995 to 8-2009
Palu was our very first greyhound, adopted in 2001 from Adopt a Greyhound Atlanta. Little did we know that Palu would change everything in our lives. A goofy, curious, loving boy, Palu entertained us by doing things like sleeping with all 4 feet up in the air. We took hundreds of photos of this, not knowing then that it’s a greyhound trademark. Palu was closest to his schnauzer sister Abby, and the two of the interacted like true siblings. They pushed each other’s buttons, taunted each other, played tug of war together, and protected each other. When they boarded at doggie daycare, Palu would lie down and Abby would patrol the perimeter to make sure no one messed with her greyhound. Palu was with us longer than any other, through the move from GA to MN, the adoption of our first child, and the coming-and-going of countless other hounds. Palu is personally responsible for hundreds of other greyhounds now having loving homes. He was with us until he was 14 years old and his little body was too weak to keep on, although his spirit was still strong. We love our Big Orange Dog.
Dudley Komatsu (Mel Practice), 5-10-2005 to 12-2011
Our sweet little boy Dudley came to us kind of by accident. He was an adoptable dog with MNGR, and for some reason kept on being overlooked (possibly his desire to eat cats or small fuzzy dogs). When we remodeled the kennel, we brought Dudley into the house to live with us. Once it was done, all of us loved him and no one had the heart to make him an “adoptable” dog again. So he was part of the family. Dudley made everyone happy. He would just stand around wagging his tail for seemingly no reason, like he was just always expecting something good to happen. You couldn’t help but smile to see it. Dudley left us far too young and far too soon, and left a hole in my heart that may never heal. I wish I could bring my little boy back again.
Abraham (Par Aby)
We are sad to say that our sweet Abraham passed away last night. He developed an infection in his leg that spread to his blood stream, making him sick and feverish, and they also identified he might have bone cancer in his leg. We're happy we were able to bring Abraham home with us four years ago and give him a nice and relaxing retirement life. And we're going to miss him dearly. We'll lovingly remember our family walks with Abraham, watching him sleep with his tongue sticking out the side, his gentle nature, his stinky farts (ok maybe not that one), his excitement for greeting us at the door when we get home and when people come over, watching him happily running laps in the yard, his tenderness and patience with our daughter, and so much more. We love Abraham very much. Thank you for being a part of helping us adopt Abraham.
With a heavy heart I have to let the greyhound community know of the loss of a special dog. Mujibur was put to sleep on September 17. He was a good dog and will be missed in our house.
We got Muji about 11 years ago to "train" because he jumped on everything and everybody. We fell in love with his independent stubborn streak and decided to keep him. (I think Marcia knew he would be perfect for us.) He did all the things a greyhound wanted to do -- sleep on the couch, take over the bed, and even eat the trash. We never could get him to stay out the trash. He even learned to remove the child's lock from the cabinet after we had a child to get to the trash. He learned to sit and lay down on command and even wait for food. He was a good protector of the house -- no one could enter if we weren't home in which he earned the nickname "fur-covered razor blade."
Dr. Bruce Bordelon of Kasson was his first and last vet. With his guidance and gentle hands, Muji crossed over the Rainbow Bridge to join the other hounds running happily in the sun. He will be greatly missed.
Sincerely, Paul and Deb Blomberg
Eagle (Eagle's Flight) took her final flight home beyond the rainbow
today, June 2, 2006. She lived with us in Hutchinson, Minnesota for 10
years. We adopted her at the age of 5 with Marcia's help and we have
enjoyed her very much. She will be greatly missed by our family and
friends. We enjoyed many long walks together and it was especially fun
to watch her "race" around our house with our other little "poodle" dog,
Daisy. We feel very blessed to have found our special Eagle.
She would have been 15 years old in September.
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....