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Grace Again. . .

5/25/2016

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     It's been nearly three months since Grace left us and we still think of her every day. I suppose it shouldn't come as a surprise given all the years she was with us but there are ups and downs with this grieving process. Some days she is gently in the background of our daily doings and thoughts. Some days she is right there by our side, her ear soft, velvet warm to the touch, looking up with hopes of a biscuit or a walk. We think mostly of all the things she did right but she had one trait that was not endearing: taking a long walk with Grace in the woods was a lot like taking a long walk alone.
      When we lived in northwest Montana we would take Grace for walks every day, she loved to walk the old logging roads that meandered through thick forests of tamarack and lodgepole pine that blanketed the hills  around our small town. "Walk" isn't really the right word. She ran. And she ran. Grace was not one to stay close, she was always off in the distance somewhere giving away her presence only by a rustle of dry grass or a fleeting gray streak through the tree trunks and we used to yell for her to come back. And we would yell some more. She never really lost us, we're convinced, but as far as we could tell she was gone for good. Sometimes we'd hide behind a tree and just wait until she came running back, hopefully frantic to find us. And we'd wait. And wait. Slowly it would dawn on us that we must look like fools with our shoulder against a sappy tree trunk, peering around the bark looking for a dog that really had no interest in finding us. Then we'd step out and start hollering again. She'd eventually come sauntering back with a look that said "Such a fine morning for a nice walk and what is all that yelling about? What's that over there? A squirrel?!"
     I found this image in our files today and suddenly she was alive again, running down the path, doing what she loved to do most. But this time she isn't coming back no matter how hard we yell . . .

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    Vicki and Chris are animal lovers who have been blessed with Alex and Sooner and Grace and Bruiser and Max and George the cat. How could we be so lucky?

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