Sex: Female Weight: 11-25 lbs
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Gracie Girl, Love Bug, Miss Wiggle Butt, Sweet Pea, Honey Bunch, Gracie Facie, Little Girl
January 1st 1995
She loved snuggling, sleeping, taking walks in the neighborhood
Being left alone
Anything that squeeked
Any park with yummy smells
She excelled at just being a sweetie pie
She was found roaming the streets of a nearby town. She went from the shelter to a foster home to my heart. Once she licked my face for the first time, I belonged to her. Gracie was not a classic beauty but I never met a sweeter dog in my life. The day I brought her home I sang "You Are My Sunshine" to her and that became our song. I would always sing it to her when we rushed to the emergency vet's office in the middle of the night. And on our final car ride together, when I carried her in my arms to have her put to sleep, I sang a very teary version of "You Are My Sunshine" one last time. I'd like to think it soothed her sad and weary soul.
Gracie had to be put down after only 6 weeks but she is never far from my thoughts. She has a permanent place in my heart and I know she's waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge.
"Born to snuggle"
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July 3rd 2005 4:34 pm
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I’ve never told this to anyone but I am telling it now.
Once Gracie’s behavior changed and she would no longer allow me to pick her up or pet her, we started sleeping on the couch in the living room. I wanted her to be able to get up whenever she needed to and my bed is just too high to allow her easy access. She could get on and off the couch by herself and that’s what I wanted. Normally she’d sleep right through the night without a problem.
One night I woke up and she wasn’t down at the other end of the couch. I called and she didn’t come so I went looking for her. I found her in the downstairs bathroom, chilled by central air on a hot summer night.. She was in the space between the toilet and the vanity, maybe 15 inches wide, head first. She was just standing there shaking. I had no idea how long she’d been there but I prayed - and pray still - that it wasn’t more than a few minutes. She didn’t seem to know enough to just back out of that narrow space so she just stood there in the cold, shivering and shaking. I threw a towel over her head so she wouldn’t snap at me and I carried her back to the couch. I covered her with a blanket and just sat there crying. I had never felt so hopeless or helpless in my life. I never told anyone about the incident because I didn’t want them to pity her. But I pitied her and I pity her to this day. Thank God her pain has ended. I love you, Gracie.
April 10th 2005 4:16 am
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The day after Mom adopted me I had my first seizure. Well, she didn't know if it was my first one or not since she knew nothing about my background or medical history. She was terrified when it happened because she'd never seen a seizure. She rushed me to the vet's, in hysterics. After that, lots of people would have taken me right back where they got me but not Mom. I was her baby - if only for 24 hours - and she was keeping me, no matter what. See, the thing is, she already loved me so it was too late to think about sending me back. I was already her little girl.
She did everything she could to find out what was wrong with me. We went to vet after vet after vet. Nothing seemed to work and then, the worst part of all, my behavior changed too. Mom couldn't even touch me or pick me up without me snarling and trying to bite. She'd throw a towel over my head and in the instant that I was confused and unable to see, she was able to pick me up and take me to the next vet appointment or just attach my leash for a walk. But she wasn’t able to pet me or comfort me in any way and that just about broke her heart. I didn’t want to snarl and bite but there was something in my brain that I just couldn't control. Mom thought it was a brain tumor but I guess we'll never know. She decided not to have them do an MRI on me and to this day, she wonders if she made the right decision.
Mom finally realized that my quality of life just wasn't there anymore so she made a hard decision. She was going to let me go to my final sleep that Sunday morning with my favorite vet, one who really loved me and thought I was a beautiful girl (all the others just thought I was funny looking). Mom and I were supposed to have one last weekend together but it didn't turn out that way. That Friday Mom came home from work and found me on the kitchen floor, panting heavily. I was lying in my own urine. I tried to get up when I saw Mom but my legs wouldn't work right. Mom picked me up and took me right to the vet's. She knew we wouldn’t get to have our last weekend together but she couldn’t let me suffer another minute. And she was so devastated because she didn’t know how long I’d been lying on the kitchen floor in distress. She is still haunted by that image.
All the way to the vet's Mom was sobbing as she sang "You Are My Sunshine. " That was our song and she always sang it to me when I was scared. Mom held me in her arms at the very end and she whispered to me. She told me how much I meant to her and how much she loved me. She promised she would think of me every single day and she told me to wait for her at the Rainbow Bridge. She told me not to be afraid, that her dog Sam, from when she was a kid, would be there to take care of me until Mom arrived. And then we'd all be together forever and ever. That's where I am right now, with Sam. We're both so young and healthy, no more pain, no fear, no confusion, no sadness.
Mom taught me what it meant to be loved and cherished and that meant everything to me. She will always be my mommy and I will always be her little girl. I just wish she wouldn't cry when she thinks about me.
April 7th 2005 5:01 pm
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This diary has to begin and end with Mom. It will be short because I only lived with her for 6 weeks. God gave me to Mom because He knew she would love me and care for me as I prepared to leave this life. And He gave Mom to me because He knew I would open her heart as it hadn't been opened for such a long time. It's been almost 3 years and Mom still wonders if she loved me enough to save me. That's why she cries so when she talks about me or looks at my pictures. I wish I could tell her that she did love me enough but God had other plans for me. I was never meant to stay with her forever, at least not on earth.
I'll finish telling my story another time soon. I just hope Mommy knows that I'm always with her because she keeps me tucked away in her heart.
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