Getting a puppy helped with my grief after losing Gracie. There was no doubt about it; I needed a distraction from the pain. Bubbles offered that distraction. As she grew, I fell hopelessly in love.
But I'm not here to talk about Bubbles. Had she lived another two years, Gracie would have been twenty years old today.
I miss so much about her. This was her favorite time of year when the days cooled, and we would walk along the quiet of the towpath, me drinking in the beauty of God's nature and she, nose to the ground, sniffing out the things God provided for her enjoyment. She wasn't anxiety-ridden and afraid like our new dog is. Gracie was ready for an adventure and afraid of very little. She might try to pick a fight with a dog or two along the way, but still, no fear.
She was heroic in that she never gave up trying to enjoy life. Even when she could barely stand alone, she was ready for her next walk.
Happy Heavenly birthday, sweet girl. You are missed and loved.
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