Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Goodbye Love

As some of you know, my dad gave me a dog before he died. I've had her since I was 8. She was my Christmas present. My parents got her at the humane society and we changed her name from Peaches to Gracy. At the ripe old age of 18, Gracy peacefully passed away yesterday morning. She was the most loving gentle and sweet little dog. She tolerated lots of kids poking and pushing and pulling without ever lashing out. She was the best dog ever and I don't I can't tell you how lucky we were to have her apart of our lives.

The past couple of days she had been acting weird and Erich and I both agreed that she was dying. She tried to get out of the fence area and Erich said she was probably going to find a place to die. Monday morning she was acting weird and it was warm outside (50ish) so I wrapped her in a towel and laid her out on the deck. She stayed there all day and I went out periodically to tell her how much I loved her and that it was okay to let go and I pet her little head. She was very peaceful there so I left her around midnight to head to bed, knowing that she wouldn't be there in the morning. I really don't think she was actually there, just her little frail body.

I checked on her first thing yesterday morning and she was indeed gone. Erich and I wrapped her up and I took her to my mom's property. My mom and I buried her along the treeline where she will lay in the sun half the day and shade the other half. She loved to do that. It felt very good to be able to say goodbye and bury her and have a place I know she will be safe as silly as that sounds. I imagine she was reunited with my dad and I know she is better off now.