It’s been a week since we said goodbye and I’ve cried some every one of those days. I miss her so much. I miss her eyes and her paws and her sweetness. I miss her crazy fur and her shedding and her warmth. I miss her love.
Gracie and I went through a lot together. Moving, surgeries (hers), divorce (mine), travel, Molly. She was by my side for over ten years and I couldn’t have asked for a better companion. She never judged me or second-guessed my decisions (even when that decision was to bring a screaming baby home). She just curled up on the couch or the bed and let me pet her. She would look me in the eye and seem to say, “It’s ok. It really is.” She seemed to say that again to me on Monday, when we said goodbye.
When I met her in January 2004, I had no idea how she would change my life. I did not know that she was going to snuggle her way into my heart and that I wouldn’t be able to imagine life without her.
And now? Well, now this is life without her. And it’s so very hard.
I miss you, puppy.