After the second race of his career, I knew I had the ultimate greyhound. Wax broke last in Grade D, rushed up to fourth around the first turn and then came flying home to finish just 2 lengths behind the winner.

I could put five dogs together and not match him. Wax was the total package.

I look around the kennel and I don't see any Lewis and Waxes. With Wax we knew we had a shot every single time he went to the box.

Wax was a very fast greyhound ... ungodly fast. To the first turn he could be beat, but he'd come after you from there. He'd spot dogs five, six, eight lengths and catch them. He'd zero in on them and then blow past them.

Wax was a one in a lifetime dog and I don't know if I'll ever see one like him again. His retirement leaves a big hole in the kennel and some big shoes to fill.

I've been searching my entire career for the perfect race and that was it.