Pippin

Loved and adored by Gretchen, Andy & Steven Beckert
Passed over the Rainbow Bridge on July 11, 2007

A year ago, August, a three month old greyhound puppy was found wandering the streets of Bakersfield, CA, starving and covered in ticks and fleas. He had no tattoos in his ears, so there was no way to find out where he came from. His saviors came in the form of volunteers from GreySave Greyhound Adoption who had driven up to release two greyhounds from the local animal shelter.

“Do you want to take the puppy too?” Was the first question from the shelter staff as the volunteers entered the building. Pippin slept throughout the entire drive to Pasadena in his favorite sleeping position; on his back with his legs in the air, completely content, with no notion of the happy life he would have in a foster home where he learned the ropes of being a greyhound.

While Pippin grew up tall and thin, there was never a day where he was not happy and full of enthusiasm for all of the wonders of the world. In January, when Pippin was 6 months old it was decided that he needed to find a new foster home. The house Greys had taught him all they could, but it was time to move on to another home after he had enthusiastically dug many a crater in the defenseless lawn, eaten more than one book with joyful abandon, and pilfered treasures from more than one trash can.

At the same time Gretchen Beckert, a GVDC member had lost her agility partner and best dog friend, Molly, to bone cancer and the house Greyhound, Andy, needed a new friend. So! In bounced Pippin (who was fostered for oh… an hour before being adopted) with his tail held high and a glint in his gold eyes to enthusiastically dig many a crater in the defenseless lawn, eat more than one book with joyful abandon, and pilfer treasures from more than one trash can.

Pippin was a true friend to Gretchen and Andy and he brought joy and laughter to many people around town with his goofy antics and joyful spirit. He loved running in the back yard, playing in puddles, snuggling with mama and dismantling every toy in his large toy box. Pippin was a natural at agility. He was completely fearless, every new obstacle was a new toy to play with.

Some beings are not destined to spend much time on earth. Earlier this week Pippin died in a freak accident while playing at home. He died while doing what he loved best—running at top speed around the yard. He missed a turn while looking back at a toy and crashed neck first into a cement retaining wall. His life was over in a second. His mom saw it all and was able to hug him and kiss his nose as he started his journey across the rainbow bridge. Pippin will be missed so very much. Fly free little Pip, on strong white wings. Dig holes in puffy clouds and steal golden halos with a doggy kiss and a grin.

Love, mom.