Grace came to us as a rescue from a shelter in Missouri. I took one look at her and thought, "Grace? Her name couldn't be further from the truth." She was covered in fleas and ticks, infested with worms, had a cauliflower ear from abuse, and was nearly 30 lbs over a healthy weight. I took her to our family vet, into my home, and into my heart...in that order. |
With love and care, Grace grew into her name. Grace was gentle...enough to allow her to rest beside a sleeping baby. She never barked, growled, whimpered, or whined, even when in pain. Grace never displayed anger, frustration, or impatience. She was one classy lady...right up until the end.
I will miss her cold wet nose insistently nudging my hand until I ran my fingers through her soft and silky fur. I will miss her sweet, quiet sighs of contentment. I will miss her big brown eyes staring adoringly into mine. I will miss her unconditional love and warm affection. I'm so glad that, against my husband's wishes, I drove to Missouri that day, and brought home a bedraggled, lonely, little girl that no one else wanted.
Grace was always grateful for her rescue, but she gave me so much more than I could ever give her. And so, Grace, thank you, sweet girl from the bottom of my heart. I offer you these final words, said to working dogs all over the world when the chores are done and the flock is settled: "That'll do dog, come home now, your work is done."