Meg,the Whippet whose heart showed....on her back...was bred by the late Whippet judge, Betsy Prior. She was a great granddaughter of my grand old man, "Snapper." In fact she was born weeks before I lost him at age 14. From the day I brought her home at 8wks, she was going to be something really special I felt. And she was. What a joy to live with. Meg always had the look of a child on Christmas morning, she met each day with such excitement. Her black eyes could light up a room it seemed. Her two most noted characteristics were her talking and joining us at dinner. Meg thought we had the extra chair at the table just for her, and she would sit there watching us eat, knowing she'd get the last bite. And the closer we got to it, the more she'd wiggle and squirm as if to remind us that we better not forget it was her's. It was her talking that was really funny, she especially liked to do it when I was on the phone and the more you told her to be quiet, the louder she got. She dearly loved people and never forgot the friends she made at the shows and always greeted them excitedly. I sometimes wondered if she thought shows were a party being given for her. Meg had 11pts and one major when I had to stop showing her. She had to be spayed and I never got the long planned breeding of her to a beautiful Chelsea dog, "Timmy." That was devastating. But nothing could have prepared me to lose her, at age 9, because I gave her the yearly DHP=P shot. A month later she died of auto immune anemia from it. Meg was my once-in-a-lifetime Whippet and I will never resign myself to losing her. I cannot say, I will not say, that she is dead. She is just 'away.'

Meg is talking (again)

The Whippet who came to Dinner