My Gracie

Today my sweet Yorkie, Gracie, passed away. She was 14. It's funny how that number sounds so old in that context, yet if I were talking about a human, it would be tragically young. So yes, she lived a normal life expectancy.

But I want her here with me still. 

You see, Gracie was not like other dogs. No, really. She was human with too much fur. She understood things that normal dogs would not be able to. She had her own chair at our dinner table, I am almost hesitant to admit. But it was more than that.

She was kind. Gracie actually saved my life. I will not go into detail, but six years ago Gracie walked into my bedroom, and I will never forget the look she gave me. Her soft brown eyes would not break eye contact with my empty, blue eyes. That day she said more to me than any other human was able. For that, I will be forever grateful to you, my sweet Gracie. 

Gracie, I will always, always miss you. You never forgot me no matter how long I was away from home, whether it be two weeks due to college, or six months while I am working at Disney. You never forgot me. And I will never forget you. Thank you for those sweet 14 years of unconditional love. I am so thankful you are no longer in any pain. Good-bye, McDonald's puppy. Thank you for walking into my life, and I am so sorry that I couldn't be there when you had to slip out of it.