Winston  ∞

December 22, 1981 - February 18, 1998

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Winston arrived in a box of hay on a cold January day of 1982. He was only two weeks old and the runt of his litter, and his eyes were not even open yet. His mother had passed away, and he had to be bottle-fed around the clock. He was already determined to get out of that box, even though his eyes were still closed, he quickly succeeded. This gave an inclination of what the future held!

As he got older, Winston routinely rearranged the interior of the house, digging items out of the wastebaskets, and chewing up everything in sight. He loved to eat and had a knack to change the channel on the television with the remote control. He was very independent and he established himself head of the household. Winston loved the holidays of Thanksgiving and Christmas. Not only did he have his fans, but he had won many hearts over!

He enjoyed going for rides in Darren's truck and Camaros. He liked jumping on the pool table and playing with the balls and he loved listening to rock and roll music. He only had one speed and that was fast! Winston lived life to the fullest and had an unforgettable personality. Although he came in this life as the runt of his litter, he emerged and became larger than life! He lived to be 16 memorable years young. He is deeply missed and will never be forgotten. The Poem Winston, Tail of a Whippet and many of the other whippet poems are based on events in his life.

 

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