My sweet little Gracie girl died yesterday. She had been a part of our family for ten years. This morning as I looked through photos to include in this post, it became even more apparent how present she was in every minute of our lives. Sets of photos of birthday parties, Christmas, photos of Bayleigh... you name it. Gracie may not have been the subject of the picture, but if we were gathered, she was there. Part of our family.
Watching Casey open presents on his birthday with the rest of the family.
In the middle of the mess on Christmas Eve.
Making unexpected appearances in shots on her way to get near me.
She did love me. Unconditionally, wholeheartedly, she loved me. If I left for a while she watched out the window and cried and met me at the door, tail wagging as soon as I returned. She was the top dog for a long time. Till Toby and Lucky came along and she became on of three vying for attention. I say one of three and not four, because Angel has always preferred to be a little more to her self than the other dogs. She likes a pat on the head and an acknowledgment that she's a pretty girl, then she's fine to be off in her bed instead of in the middle of the action. Not Gracie, if there was action, she was there. She was kind and gentle with Bayleigh, but chose to watch her from afar when possible. She was so smart, we often swore she was more human than pup. She would pout if your hurt her feelings and look back to see if the pouting was working. She would make a big scene of eating her dog food while we were eating dinner (only after giving up on getting any table scraps) she would get a piece of food and make sure we could see her eating, as though to say see what I have to eat, while you sit there eating real food.
She wasn't a prissy little yorkie. If I took her to get a fancy hair-do, she'd have the bow out before we got home and once home she'd promptly roll in the grass till her hair was no longer smooth and silky and was full of bits of grass.
She was such a sweet, smart little girl. I know time will ease the pain, but this morning, my heart is broken and I'm missing my tiny girl with the huge heart.
Goodbye my sweet girl. Thank you loving us and letting us love you for those ten short years!
You are so missed!