Over the last few weeks my little Gracie has put up one heck of a fight. Her little back legs just can’t move anymore. And the pain has become too much for either one of us to bear. So tomorrow we are going to finally let her rest.
I’ve had pets before but Gracie has been different. She isn’t a dog to me. She’s my child. I’m 42 and haven’t had much luck in love. In fact my ex fiancée and I adopted her in late 07’. She left and had no where for Gracie. At the time I felt stuck. But this little creature changed my life. I have so few people around me that I don’t know how to go on without hr. She’s my best friend and I love her with all my heart. She always greeted me with so much love when I came home from so many bad days. Through all the loneliness and depression I’ve been through she’s been there. She’s been my world.
I hate to say I’ve lost some faith but I’ve watched her decline for almost 2 weeks and had hope and faith everyday that I would see an improvement. But today I’m watching her breathe heavy and not want to move. Her back legs have totally gone. And the COVID has put me in a position. I can’t get anyone to come to my home and I can’t let her die without me by her side. She can’t keep suffering but she can’t go out in fear. I just keep praying to god to help. To just let someone see the love she has and help us. I don’t want her to die in a strange place or alone. 😢😢😢😢😢