What I discovered, though, was that these amazing animals were just so thankful to have a loving home that they became immediately affectionate and well behaved. They had the most fantastic personalities, and watching them run was... just awesome. There's nothing like it. They were bred for speed and grace, and that's what they embody when they fly over the ground.
Today, mom had to take Sherman, the last of her adoptees, in to the vet for his final farewell. He was getting really old. He'd lost all his teeth, so he wasn't eating well, and he couldn't run anymore-- sometimes he could barely walk. With the latest heat wave, he'd stopped eating completely, so rather than let him suffer, mom made the hardest decision there is.
Run well, Sherm. You will be missed.