Celebrating Jori

Senior brindle greyhound

Jori, a girl true to the greyhound spirit   

According to my daughter Megan, Jori was the best foster-failure ever. I remember the June 2002 day when I first met her. We were going to foster her for just a little while to build her confidence. Jori was just a tad bit shy, but she made up for it in a million other ways. She was gracious and sweet and loving. I was doing the front-line of greyhound adoptions back then and called Megan on my way home from a screening. “I think I just found the perfect home for her.” I could hear Megan choke back the tears as her voice cracked and she said OK.

I thought about it all the way home, and when I got home, I got on the phone and found the family another greyhound. She was called Sandy when she came to us, we called her Jori when we signed the adoption papers.

Italian greyhound and greyhound

Caleb and Jori   

Jori was only 18 months old when we adopted her. She was merely a baby. She was a greyhound that was everybody’s friend. She really didn’t care who they were, she was their friend.

She was also a universal blood donor and on many occasion, donated her blood so that another dog might have a chance to live.

She hated to ride in the car and she loved to wander on the acre and snuggle in her bucket beds. She loved those beds best of all.

Italian greyhound, greyhound and girl

Caleb, Megan and Jori   

One-by-one, my daughters drove down from Portland to give Jori some love. We laughed, we told stories, we reminisced. Jori is the last of the original crew of hounds. She is the girl that said hello and good bye to every dog that has crossed our threshold.

Girl and greyhound

Holly and Jori   

We reminded Jori of all of the messages she needed to share when she got to the bridge. Megan sent hugs and kisses to Sadie, Holly wanted Emma to know how very much she missed and loved her. Karen and I told her that there would be a giant party tonight as Jori was welcomed by all of her friends that we loved and missed so much.

Greyhound resting in the shade

Jori resting beneath the trees  

Jori assured us that she was ready. 14.5 years is pretty darn old for a greyhound. She was tired and despite all of the wonderful food she ate, her body was losing muscle mass at break neck speeds and really was not able to hold her up like it once did.

Greyhound and girl

Jori and Megan   

Ever so gently, Jori thanked Megan for all of the wonderful times before Megan left for college.

Girl and greyhound

Holly and Jori sharing their moment   

She promised Holly that all would be well and that hearts really do heal.

Greyhound resting

Jori   

After the girls left for home, Karen and I sat with Jori in the shade of the ancient plum tree waiting for our wonderful vet and her tech. We are veterans at making this decision and it never, ever gets any easier. In the shade on this hot summer day, we felt at peace with our decision. We loved this girl with all of hearts for as long as her body would let us.

When our vet arrived, Karen sat by her side and I laid down nose-to-nose with her gently holding her face in the palm of my hands. We told her what a wonderful girl she had been and reminded her how much we loved her.

With the help of our vet, she let out one big sigh of relief and raced off in the wind to greet all of her friends that had gone before her.

Beautiful, happy, brindle greyhound

Jori   

Jori aka Itsa Bellringer • February 5, 2000 to August 17, 2014

  • Bryan Leach - This brought tears to my eyes, thanks for sharing Jori’s story. BryanReplyCancel

  • Nancy Sainte Vigne Warren - Thanks to your wonderful family for giving her a long and well-loved life.ReplyCancel

  • Kristi Newton - RIP Jori. You will be welcomed across the rainbow bridge by all those beloved furbabies who have gone before you, Bless you Terri and family for the wonderful life you shared with her. ReplyCancel

  • Rhonda Birk - RIP dear Jori, and hugs and blessing to you Terri and Karen. You are both amazing women and I am proud to know you. Jori is smiling down from the heavens and playing with all the other loved ones who have gone before her.ReplyCancel

  • Mary Horrillo - A beautiful, well-loved lady, Jori……….enjoy your next adventure with all of your friends. ReplyCancel

  • Florence Chickering - Say Hello …to anyone waiting there for me.
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  • Jane-Ann Phillips - Fly past the bridge, wonderful spirit! Those you leave behind will be OK in time, and so much better for knowing you.ReplyCancel

  • Sue Muir - I know Jori will either be resting in peace or tearing around feeling young and fit again. What a wonderful tribute, she is loved.ReplyCancel

  • Patty Storkel - What a beautiful tribute to a very special girl. So very sorry for your loss. And you’re right, it never gets any easier…
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  • Janice Straight - Karen, Terri I have to say that you two are so amazing. Every time a hound crosses the bridge I just spill the tears. I know what you do is for the hounds but I am not sure I could give that much of my heart to each one as you do. I respect that fact that you love them and you KNOW how to care for them but it is so hard when they leave us. I think the most beautiful part of this is you give these amazing critters love and dignity and safety. I have to say to you thank you for what you do.
    To Jori. I know that you were met by some amazing fur babies at the bridge. Run free run fast and let the wind rush past your ears. You are one lucky girl!!ReplyCancel

  • Michelle Day - I am so very sorry for your loss. What an amazing dog. ReplyCancel

  • Carrie Noar - I was so sorry to hear of her passing, but you certainly made her life the sweetest that it could be. There’s just never enough time.ReplyCancel