There is one particular person that I have not yet recognized that has been there with me (us)through it all. From the long drive to Cincinnati after I got the news to cuddling in between us after the Funeral as we tried to get some sleep- to the present time where tears flow when I start to ponder or simply look at a picture. She is always there. That person, that Dog, is Gracie girl. Yes, the same Gracie girl that would pound her head through the door to sniff through your bags to get your shoes. I apologize again as I believe she ate a total of 3 pairs of your shoes and over 4 pairs of your cute little socks/slippers that you would wear.
It's amazing because Dogs definitely know when something is wrong and this breed gets so depressed when we are not happy. The entire ride home when we first found out what happened, which felt like the longest 4 hours of our life, she laid quietly in the back with her eyes wide open. Normally she would have been out like a light in the front seat in my lap or down by my feet. But Grace was in a state of stress just like Ted and I were.
She continues to make us smile every single day and her unconditional love is absolutely priceless. For people that do not have Dogs may never understand this, but they truly become a part of the Family. She is loved just as much as everyone else in the Family. I dread the day she leaves but like I have learned so quickly-life is too short, and that little Dog has slept between Ted and I under the covers since we have had her, and I don't plan on that ever changing.
So before I let you go I wanted you to know, I chuckled today as I was unpacking from the weekend as I passed the guest bedroom. I closed my eyes and saw your bags in there and pictured Grace running out of there with one of your shoes. Something I would give anything to have happen again.
So thank you too Miss Gracie, you have been a lifesaver. We love you.
Are there Dogs in Heaven Mom and Dad? I sure hope so. But you can't have Grace just yet, we really need her....for a very long time.
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