4/1/2004 - 12/22/2008
Izzie was my beautiful girl from first sight. We saw a few other greyhounds before they brought her out, but Izzie just sparkled! She was almost three years old, playful, alert, and took to my family as quickly as we took to her. Her first night at our house she laid down in front of the TV (after checking out absolutely everything in her new home) and slept deeply. No barking noises in the background, no crates--just peace. I recall saying to my kids "Do you see that? This is probably the first peace she has ever known". And she slept.
Not only a pretty, but a smart girl, Izzie learned the stairs in our house in a day and a half, her spot on the couch in a day, and became great friends with Mimo the cat, Jack the Pug, and yes, even Daphne the bunny almost immediately. She loved her runs in the dog park, wading in her baby pool, rides in the car and romps in our yard. She was like walking a marshmallow; you barely knew she was on the other end of the leash. Izzie was a beautiful soul, inside and out, and loved back as much or more than she was loved--and she was loved a lot! My husband and kids were crazy about her, too. My teenage son, Joe, could get her to sing, which she only did for him and loved doing it. No Grammys for her but it was pretty funny--and she knew it. She loved "schnuzzling" her head between our knees, loved naps with everyone, and would do my taxes for a piece of pizza--my "Italian" greyhound!! She made jaws drop when she ran at the park--so breathtaking! Ironic that they threw her out of racing because she hadn't been fast enough...
After about 16 months with us, Izzie was diagnosed with Blastomycosis that started as a lesion in her left ear, there when we got her. Then it traveled to her eye, which had to be removed. Her story was in the Fall 2008 "The Skinny" so others would know about this horrible disease. We expected the worst but hoped for the best and enjoyed each and every day, knowing the "Blasto" would eventually pop up somewhere else in her elegant body. Shortly before Christmas the Blasto did, indeed, return, this time in her bones causing her unbearable pain. We went to the vet and the tearful decision was made. We sat on a soft blanket, I held her velvety head, rubbed her ears...and she slept.
Thank you, Izzie, for loving us and letting us love you.
Jane del Greco