• SexMale
  • Breed/TypeGreyhound
  • Date of Birth2 Sep 1999
  • Date Arrived28 Aug 2005
  • RescueWhite Lodge
  • Date Departed6 May 2013
  • ReasonDied

Troy had a fairly successful career racing at Sunderland, Romford, once at Swindon, finally becoming a regular at Catford; his racing was Mine's a brandy. His final race was in June 2003, retiring following the closure of Catford track on 5th November 2003. Troy became Troy while at White Lodge, it suits him much better than Brandy; somehow he is a Troy.

Before joining The Beastly Beasts, Troy had four homes which for a variety of reasons, none of them his fault; these included standing up in the car (he did) and getting out the house while they bought in the shopping. In the last of these homes he was reportedly beaten by an avusice husband who reappeared on the scene and was taken back into rescue. Consequently Troy had actually spent most of the time in kennels since his retirement and had been consistently overlooked by loads of people while at White Lodge; their loss. I was asked to give him a few days out of kennels. A few days ended up being 7 years 8 months 9 days (2,809 days).

Perhaps because of his unsettled life, Troy craved almost constant attention and reassurance and for a long time had nightmares (it's the only way I can describe his reactions when he woke from them) almost every time he fell asleep. He was always very unsure of himsel and could get in a tizz over nothing and needed reassuring that he was OK. Later in life Troy literally needed to be told to do everything - it was like have a voice controlled greyhound.

Because of all this, I referred to Troy as my special needs dog – I genuinely believe that to all intents and purposes he was autistic. But, just like people with special needs, you could drop the word "needs"; Troy was special. If ever met Troy you will know that he was a very loving Beast. He assumed that everyone has been put on this planet for him to lean against and be stroked by (everyone that is except me; I had another purpose - to provide a lap to lie on), and even people that have known many greyhounds commented that being with Troy - and that means being leant on - was therapeutic and restful, and that made him a brilliant Pets As Therapy dog.

In 2013 Troy really started slowing down – he was 13 plus. It turned out that it was due to his kidneys taking too much proteein from the blood, plus he had a a slightly wonky heart. Once on treatment the difference was dramatic and he really perked up. Sadly it was to be short lived and in early May he seemed more distant than usual  and on the 6th I made that awful decision. I had promised Troy that when his time came he leave sitting on my lap and that is what happened. I thought I was ready for his going; he was a pain at times, needed carrying up and down stairs, lifting into the Beast Bus, didn't always make to the garden, …. I was so wrong.