Loving Grey Thoughts.
Do you think they know when I kiss them that:
They are treasured.
That I cry for all the other Greyhounds who will never be kissed.
That I do not care that they just ate something other than a breath mint.
That their racing wins never mattered to me.
That I never cared about a beautiful lawn.
That the shoes are replaceable.
That I absolutely, positively, worship the ground that all 16 of their paws walk on.
That they are loved so much more than as a pet, but more like a friend, a confidant, a child.
I wonder if they know this when I kiss them.