If Dogs Wrote Newspapers

If dogs wrote newspapers this would be the kind of story we would print. All we want to do is spread a little light and a lot of love.

A woman with a kind face and a white uniform cups my chin into her hands. “Oh what lovely dogs,” she says.

She feels in need of love. I look deep into her eyes and let it flow from my heart to hers.

“I work in a care home and I fostered an elderly greyhound for one of our residents,” she says. “She was completely white and a rescue dog, beautiful nature she had. I brought her into work every day and she would sleep beside her owner’s bed.”

A smile appears across her face and I can see her make a picture of a beautiful female greyhound. Two swans glide by on the river as she lets out a deep sigh.

“I did this for three months,” she says, “and she passed away two days after her owner died. We really missed her after she had gone.

It was so nice to have a dog in the house and the children both loved her. She brought us a lot of joy and if I am ever in a situation where I am not working full time I would definitely adopt a greyhound.”

When that day comes she will make a wonderful companion for a rescue hound.

If dogs wrote newspapers this would be the kind of story we would print.

All we want to do is spread a little light and a lot of love.


whippet in forest


The Green Loch

Being in nature gives me a sense of space, a sense of direction and a sense of truth. The green is refreshing and allows me to look at life from different angles.

Our companion pulls the small rucksack from the cupboard under the stairs. My tail begins to wag. Seamus gives me a knowing look and I drop my favourite toy at my companion’s feet.

Tubs of salad, bread, flasks of tea, our own food and some treats are being packed. Our companion nearly trips over the pile of toys I have brought her.

black whippet leaping from grass

The sun warms our backs as we walk through the forest. I love the smells of pine and earth. Seamus lets me lead.

“It is good for you to see what it is like to lead a pack. There is no need to wait until you think you are good enough. You are already calm and centered when you feel comfortable and you always lead with your heart. When you are not sure about something I will lead temporarily until you are comfortable again. Be you and go with your own rhythm.”

I am so grateful Seamus is here to guide and mentor me. It is a great comfort to know he is behind me when I am leading. The support of an old wise hound like Seamus means the world to me. Sometimes I only have to look into his eyes and an answer appears.

As we climb through the forest we reach a parting in the trees and below us lies the green loch. Small golden lights dance on the hillside.

lurcher in green loch

The green of the trees and the green of the loch open my heart. Its beautiful colour fills me with a sense of renewal and growth. Since my time in the shelter I have grown so much spiritually, mentally, emotionally and physically.

I wish that every dog in a shelter will one day experience the harmony that being in nature brings. Any humans who need to make important decisions  can find this peace in nature too.

If you are not able to go and walk in nature you can visualise the colour green. The colour green will open your heart and create the space to make decisions from a deep place within.

I send you all so much love,


black whippet by green loch






A Poem For A Faraway Future

She fell asleep with a large smile on her face. The kind of smile that someone has looking back at their life and enjoying it again the second time around.

Yesterday I posted A Golden Star Rises about our final days with our rescue greyhound Ruby. It was written from the perspective of our rescue whippet Eivor, recalling his precious final moments with her.

Today, I am writing about our farewell from a human perspective.

At a spiritual level, saying farewell to Ruby was about letting her know that she was free to go when she felt ready.

At a mental and emotional level it was about letting her know that she could spend her time in ways that made her feel happy.

At a physical level, our vet had made it clear there was going to be a gradual shutdown of her organs and her energy levels would deplete more rapidly when she was physically active. If we reduced her exercise, she might live a few extra days.

Ruby wanted to go out and walk. She wanted to run with a ball. We did not want to disappoint her. For us, her final days were about her and what she wanted to do.

We supported her choices spiritually, mentally and emotionally. Her final days were the most energetic days she enjoyed in a long time.

She looked out over the bay, soaking in the smells, the sights and the sounds as if she wanted to take them all with her on her final journey.

On the day of her passing she insisted on coming on a walk with the rest of the pack. She took in the smells, sights and sounds of the river, the birds and the familiar faces we saw.

She fell asleep with a large smile on her face. The kind of smile that someone has looking back at their life and enjoying it again the second time around.


I first met Ruby at a shelter where I was volunteering at the time. One of our other rescue dogs, Fergal, had just been diagnosed with a brain tumor.

Ruby jumped up at me licking my face, leaning into me and she would not let me out of her kennel.

When I came home that day I heard myself say to my husband: “How would you feel about adopting a third rescue dog?” It was an easy conversation and an hour later we were back at the shelter with our other dogs in tow.

Seamus, Fergal and Ruby greeted each other like long lost friends. The boys stood either side of her as if to say: “We are not leaving here without her.” When we drove home it was as if she had always been part of the pack.

She walked beside me off the lead on our first walk together as if she had always been walking by my side. I wrote a poem for her after that first walk:


Ruby the Greyhound

Your elegant eyes
light up and
your merlin fur
rises forward
when you proudly
walk beside me,
silently understanding
what I never asked
of you.

© Xenia Tran

(First published in Lapidus Quarterly, Winter 2007, Vol 2 Issue 3)


I had no idea back then that the same poem would be just as apt in a faraway future, after our final walk together.

With love to you all,
Xenia xxx


Photograph by Xenia Tran, unedited.

Camera: Lumix Panasonic FZ38, setting: iA.

Daily Prompt: Faraway

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