My 13-year-old Golden, Grace, passed away this afternoon. I rescued her from the Humane Society when she was 6 weeks old. She was the most even-tempered and loving dog that anyone could want. When she was younger, I could play fetch with her until my arm was ready to fall off, and her tongue looked like a wide tie from the 60’s. She loved people, and would want every visitor to play with her. She would wag so hard that it looked like the tail wagging the dog.
Gracie was a good girl. I am sorry. I hope you find peace knowing you gave her a good life. I lost my Rat Terrier a few years ago. Her name was Gracie too.
I’m sorry for your loss, beowulff. We lost our Gracie 2 years ago–Golden/Border Collie mix, 14.5 YO, rescued from HS; sounds like we had the same dog as you. I’ll boast that any dog with a smidge of Golden is an exceptional critter. And rescue dogs try harder. You just know there’s another K9 out there with your name on it; get busy.
We’ve lost three over the past 30 years. They’re all still missed. We’re both a little too old to get a large dog as we couldn’t pick it up if necessary, so we’re dogless except for our neighbor’s who comes to play. He looks a bit like out last.
Thanks for sharing your loving tribute thoughts and photos of your beautiful companion, Gracie. I’m sorry she’s gone. My best to you during a painful time.
