Bluebell was found next to the body of her owner, Eunice; she had probably been there for a few days. The police called Mandy at Northants Greyhound Rescue to see if she could take Bluebell, which she did. But Bluebell did not adjust to kennel life. She was about 12 years old, had been with Eunice for at least 7 years (the RGT branch that Bluebell was rehomed through had closed 7 years ago) and now her whole world had been ripped apart. She did not eat, hardly drank, and did not even get into her bed; she literally was dying on her feet and Mandy put the word out that a home was needed now.
Two days earlier I had taken on Lilly, the last thing I needed was a) another dog and b) an older dog. But no way could I just let a dog be in the state that Bluebell was in, so called Mandy. There were another couple of people potentially able to give Bluebell a home and I put myself right at the back of the queue; clearly I reached the front and at luchtime went to get a beautiful but confused old lady.
Bluebell did settle at Beast Barracks, but for the first few weeks she would look round when we went out – I am sure to see if Eunice was there. Eventually that passed and I became Bluebell's human. She hates not being able to see where I am; if she walks with anyone else while out she will not let them get out of sight of me and will just stop until I am back in view.
Fo her age, Bluebell is amazing. She does the same walks as the younger ones, albeit at a more sedate pace, though if a rabbit or squirrel comes into view she is usually the first to chase it. And at the end of it all she hops into the Beast Bus like a puppy. There literally is life in the old dog yet.