Queen Grace


American Pit Bull Terrier
Picture of Queen Grace, a female American Pit Bull Terrier

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Home:Buffalo Grove, IL  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Female   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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Nicknames:
Poops

Quick Bio:
-purebred-pound dog-deaf

Arrival Story:
I was volunteering at a local animal control station, Grace was already there when I started. Three weeks later, she was still there. She was the only dog in the entire facility that never barked or jumped. She just laid quietly on the cold, concrete floor waiting for some one to walk passed her cage. This minute I did she'd start wagging her stub (who ever owned her before she made it there had cut off most of her tail). I swear I could see the smile on her face. There were two rooms at the facility. One for the dogs that would eventually go to a rescue and one secluded in the back where the dogs to be euthanized were held. Around that three week mark, they moved her to the back room. For the life of me I couldn't understand why. They said there were three reasons; she was an older dog, she was a Pit Bull, and she was black. All of which they felt made her unadoptable. I told them I would take her but they said no. The next day I took her out of her cage, took her out the back door to my car and never returned to the facility. She is one of the greatest dogs I've ever had.

Forums Motto:
Pet me, pet me, pet me...

I've Been On Dogster Since:
December 11th 2010 More than 4 years!

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Dogster Id:
1169087


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My Journey Home


I miss you

April 12th 2011 9:45 am
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I miss you so very much Gracie. I'm hurting so bad even though I know you're in a better place with no more pain. I know I'm just being selfish but I can't help is. I need you. I love you. I don't want to be without you. I'm sorry I didn't love you enough. Please come beck.

Your mommy.

 

Good-Byes Are Often Best but It Doesn't Help the Heart

April 3rd 2011 7:56 am
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Two days ago, I finally got my wings. I became very sick, very fast. Mom called the vet several times begging them to fix me, but there was nothing they could do. Mom feels like she was extremely selfish in not taking me to the vet sooner because my pain became so severe in the end. I understand, though, that she just wasn't ready and when my pain was just too much for me to bear it was the middle of the night and there was no vet to relieve me. So, Mom sat with me until day break telling me how much she loves me and how that it was going to be ok. I would have given anything to be able to comfort her because I know her heart was breaking. I will always be with her, though. I think she's beginning to understand that as she has seen me laying in my spot at the top of the stairs a few times. I love my family but I needed to rest.


Some come into our lives
And quietly go.
Others stay for awhile
And leave paw prints on our hearts,
And we are never, ever the same.

Gracie I pray you got home safely. I love you more then you will ever know

 

I Love Being Just a Dog

December 30th 2010 12:41 pm
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"He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being; by the way he rests against my leg; by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. (I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.) When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without him, I am only another man. With him, I am all-powerful. He is loyalty itself. He has taught me the meaning of devotion. With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant. His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. He has promised to wait for me... whenever... wherever - in case I need him. And I expect I will - as I always have. He is just my dog."
-- Gene Hill

 
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