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Race For Life April 1, 2010

Posted by Jonathan Mitchell in : Stories , trackback

By Lauren McCarter, March 2010

Volunteers and Greyhounds

PICTURE (L – R): Lauren McCarter (author), Natasha, Adam and Jodie with Sanctuary Greyhounds

It’s cold and wet; I think I’ve been here for four days – at least. I’m starving. I can’t look for food as I can’t break free. I’m very lonely and I wonder how much longer I’m going to be here for. I think my owner left me here because I came last in a race. I didn’t think it meant so much to him. I thought he loved me – I was wrong.

Another day has passed and it’s getting colder; I hope someone will find me and help me soon. So many cars have passed but they must not have noticed me here. Oh, wait! There’s a car slowing down as it comes towards me! It’s white with bright yellow and blue. It’s getting closer – it’s coming for me – should I be scared? Maybe they are here to help?

They’re getting out and one is walking towards me. I’m scared but there’s nothing I can do. I’m frozen with fear as the man sets a bowl of food before me. He talks to me gently as he slips a lead around my neck and unties me from the post. Still talking gently, he leads me to the van with the food in his hand. He opens the door and I jump in immediately, feeling safer. He closes the door and starts to drive while the other man reassures me that I am safe, at last.

We drive for a few minutes until the van slows and comes to a stop. The door opens and I hear other dogs barking. Am I back at the race track? It doesn’t look like the races; it’s too small to be. I’m lead through a door and passed a desk, through another door then in to a hallway where I meet a girl who talks to me. She gives me food and water. After I’m fed and watered I’m lead back out through the doors and passed the desk then in to a kennel. I read on the girls T-shirt (when she bends down to stroke me) Mid-Antrim Animal Sanctuary. I know now that I am not at the track; I’m with people who can look after me, and love me, until I find a home.

I’m happy here. I have a warm bed, food and water. If I hadn’t come here, who knows what could have happened to me?

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