In Memory of Clash Nitro & Rent A Flyer
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12.07.11
Today marks the fifth anniversary of Clash Nitro’s and Rent A Flyer’s slaughter who were caught on camera - as part of an exposure by the Sunday Times - being led to their deaths by David Smith in Seaham County Durham.
Yesterday greyhound advocates laid flowers and held a minutes silence at the entrance of Easington dog track – just 3 miles from Seaham and where it is estimated 10,000 greyhounds were bolt gunned and buried over a 15 year period.
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Today - let us not forget Clash Nitro and Rent A Flyer and the thousands of greyhounds who’s unnatural deaths go unrecorded every year – simply to supply betting ‘units’ for the gambling industry.
Please light a candle, take time to reflect and hold these innocent and trusting souls in your thoughts…….
The Spirit Of A Greyhound
I was standing on a hillside in a field of blowing wheat,
And the spirit of a Greyhound was lying at my feet.
He looked at me with kind dark eyes, ancient wisdom shining through.
In the essence of his being, I saw such love there too.
His mind locked upon my heart, as I stood there on that day,
And he told me of this story about a place so far away.
As I stood upon that hillside, in a field of blowing wheat,
In a twinkling of a second, his spirit left my feet.
His tale put my heart at ease; all my fears did fade away
About what lay ahead of me, on another distant day
"I live among God's creatures now, in the heavens of your mind
So do not grieve for me my friend, as I am with my kind
My collar is a rainbow's hue; my leash is a shooting star
My boundaries are the Milky Way, where I sparkle from afar
There are no pens or kennels here, for I am not confined
But I'm free to roam God's heavens, among the Greyhound kind
I nap the day on a snowy cloud, gentle breezes rocking me
And dream the dreams of earthlings and how it used to be
The trees are full of liver treats and tennis balls abound
And milk bones line the walkways, just waiting to be found
There is even a ring set up, the grass all lush and green
And everyone who gaits around becomes the Best of Breed
For we're all winners in this place; we have no faults, you see
And God passes out those ribbons, to each one, even me
I drink from waters laced with gold, my world a beauty to behold
And wise old dogs form my pride, to amble at my very side
At night I sleep in an angel's arms, her wings protecting me
And moonbeams dance about us, just as stardust falls on thee
So when your life on earth is spent and you stand at Heaven's gate
Have no fear of loneliness - for here, you know, I wait”
Author unknown
Please click here for Clash Nitro’s and Rent A Flyer’s full story
http://www.greytexploitations.com/in-remembrance
