I am a little behind in the crafting department. Last week was one of the hardest weeks of my life.
Tuesday, our dear friends moved back to the States. How I will miss Claudia's laugh and our easy conversations. She has a wicked sense of humor and is the life of any party!
Thursday, by far, the hardest day of my life, thus far. Our dear Gracie girl died. I am still grieving for my first baby. It sounds ridiculous, but she was my Gracie Girl. She died peacefully that afternoon. I don't wish this situation on my worst enemy. My heart hurts and I miss her dearly. She was an old girl, and just slept most of the day, but I miss the jingling of her tags, her velvet ears, her chestnut brown eyes, her purring noise when she stretched and a million other things. A coworker gave me "Dog Heaven" by Cynthia Rowland to read to Henry. It was a sweet book. A part of the book mentioned that Angel Children walk the Angel Dogs back to earth so they can check up on their families. Mark made me feel good the other day. He said he sometimes sees her in the corner or basking in the ray of sun that comes in through the front window. An Angel Child must be walking our girl. She is checking up on us to make sure we are ok. I like to think that- it comforts me.
And to finish the horrible week, Mark had shoulder surgery. He was a star patient and is now comfortably recovering at home.
So forgive me if I am a few weeks behind. Life is throwing some curve balls and I'm not a good ball player.
Gracie Woodbury Stowe
October 14, 1996- March 4, 2010
