This was last night.
Dear Diary,
It's hard for me these days. I used to be able to run up the ramp like a champ. Hey, I just rhymed. Let me put that in a more poetic way:
I used to run up that ramp
Like a champ
Well. Now. It. Is. A. Struggle.
But at least I am poetic.
Gracie
Poor, sweet Gracie. But I know you know how much you are loved!
ReplyDeleteThat is so precious ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
ReplyDeleteShe still is a champ because she did find the ramp! Might have taken her a bit longer but she still did it!
ReplyDeletebetty
Oh sweet Gracie, me too. Aging isn't fun but just keep on keepin' on sweet girl! HUGS!
ReplyDelete