Gracey RIP
Well, this past week I went to Disney with my parents and Rachel. Everything was going awesome until Sunday. On Sunday we got a phone call from BoRay who was watching the animals. We were back at the resort resting before we headed back out to the parks. He asked for my mom or dad...so I knew something was wrong. My mom went outside with the phone and I followed her out to have a cigarette and ease drop. I heard my mom say was it Tally, and behind the shed. I knew what that meant. I thought that Gracey had died and started bawling before I even knew for sure. But I was right, my mom got off the phone and told me that Gracey was gone.
BoRay had told her that it looked like she had a siezure and bled out. I completely fell apart. My dad was at the store getting cigarettes and mom said Bo wanted dad to call him when he got back. For the rest of the trip I was definately down but I wanted to put that on the back burner because my sister was there and she is so lovely.
I definately felt like drinking the night we got back. I went to the store and got some plastic flowers to put by her grave. When I got back my parents and I went to her grave site to pay our respects and lay the flowers. I bought her daphodiles because they are cheery. My mom and I got a little teary eyed and went inside. We got online to read a couple of poems (posted below) that her online group posts when a dog passes and started crying even more. Then the tears just kept rolling.
I called my brother after having a drink to tell him the sad news. He asked how it happened, I told him and then he said "I have to go, bye". That got me crying even more because I just wanted someone to talk to about everything. When I went inside to make another drink, my mom came in and told me that there was something that they had to tell me about Gracey...to finish making the drinks and come outside. I did so, but I was a little nervous. Earlier that night when I was talking to my sister I saw my parents inside and it looked like they were arguing, they were arguing about whether or not to tell me the truth.
My parents sat me down and told me that they needed to tell me the truth about what happened to Gracey. I started to get VERY nervous. My mom told me that when Boray and Tim came over that afternoon, he made the mistake of leaving Gracey alone with Tally, one of my other dogs. Tally and Gracey have been known to get into little fights. When they came inside they found that Gracey and Tally had gotten into a fight, and Gracey lost. It looked like Tally had bit her in the throat and must have hit a major vein because she bled out very quickly and died. Needless to say I started crying harder and harder. BoRay had told my mom the lie because he didn't want my mom and I to know the truth but he told my dad. Later that same day my dad had told my mom the truth. Tally was my next to favourate dog...and to find out that she killed my favourate dog was devastating.
But really I can't blame Tally for acting like a dog. In the wild, animals are supposed to pick off the weak and Gracey was definately weak. She was 16 and 1/2 years old and suffering from a brain tumor and arthoritis but she was being strong, I think for me. It doesn't help that Tally was a foster dog in my moms co-workers program. They had rescued her from the Tallahassee Humane Society. They said that she was litterally climbing up and down the walls there for 6 months. She is a very messed up dog.
My parents are now debating on whether or not we should put Tally to sleep. Although I can't look at Tally the same...I dunno if I can deal with losing my two favourate dogs in such a little time. I think it really depends on how her attitude changes, since Gracey was kind of the boss and now that space is up for grabs. Plus we have another older dog and we don't want the same thing to happen twice. I really don't know what to think...I am just all messed up.
Gracey was 16 years old. We got her when I was 2. I don't remember my life without her and I can't imagine it now. She was literally my heart dog and I truely hope she rests in peace. It didn't help that yesterday was the 3 year anniversory of Erich's death. I can't believe it's been 3 years now. It seems like yesterday. <3 you Erich, hope you, Pip, and Gracey are together.
Here is a poem I wrote in her memory:
16 years is a really long time
I cant let the thought of you escape my mind
You were like a sister to me
But now I know the pain is gone and you are free
No one else could teach me the things you did
They were tough lessons no one should forbid
My Gracey girl I love you so
It has been so hard for me to let you go
I just want to see your face again
But I can't because you're in heaven
I really thought you would live forever
You seemed like you could fight whatever
Now I have to let you be
Something I couldn't prepare to see
Your grave is a memorial site
I wont forget that sad endless night
When I came home and you weren't there
Since I was 2 I have always cared
You were my heart dog and now you rest
I know you didn't give up and tried your best
To stay around for my family and me
You don't know how grateful I am, you see
I love you Gracey
And here are two wonderful poems that my mom's dog group post when a dog has died:
Rainbow Bridge:
There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth. It is called the Rainbow Bridge because of its many colors. Just this side of the Rainbow Bridge there is a land of meadows, hills and valleys with lush green grass. When a beloved pet dies, the pet goes to this place. There is always food and water and warm spring weather, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; his eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to break away from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. YOU have been seen, and when you and your special friend meet, you take him or her in your arms and embrace. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never from your heart. THEN you cross the Rainbow Bridge together, never again to be separated.
Where to Bury A Dog:
If you bury him in this spot, he will come to you when you call......
over the dim frontiers of death and down the well-remembered
path to your side again. And though you call a dozen living dogs
to heel, they shall not growl at him, nor resent his coming, for he
belongs there.
People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent
by his footfall.....who hear no whimper; people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them, for you shall know something which is hidden from them, and is well worth the knowing. The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master.
RIP GRACEY
BoRay had told her that it looked like she had a siezure and bled out. I completely fell apart. My dad was at the store getting cigarettes and mom said Bo wanted dad to call him when he got back. For the rest of the trip I was definately down but I wanted to put that on the back burner because my sister was there and she is so lovely.
I definately felt like drinking the night we got back. I went to the store and got some plastic flowers to put by her grave. When I got back my parents and I went to her grave site to pay our respects and lay the flowers. I bought her daphodiles because they are cheery. My mom and I got a little teary eyed and went inside. We got online to read a couple of poems (posted below) that her online group posts when a dog passes and started crying even more. Then the tears just kept rolling.
I called my brother after having a drink to tell him the sad news. He asked how it happened, I told him and then he said "I have to go, bye". That got me crying even more because I just wanted someone to talk to about everything. When I went inside to make another drink, my mom came in and told me that there was something that they had to tell me about Gracey...to finish making the drinks and come outside. I did so, but I was a little nervous. Earlier that night when I was talking to my sister I saw my parents inside and it looked like they were arguing, they were arguing about whether or not to tell me the truth.
My parents sat me down and told me that they needed to tell me the truth about what happened to Gracey. I started to get VERY nervous. My mom told me that when Boray and Tim came over that afternoon, he made the mistake of leaving Gracey alone with Tally, one of my other dogs. Tally and Gracey have been known to get into little fights. When they came inside they found that Gracey and Tally had gotten into a fight, and Gracey lost. It looked like Tally had bit her in the throat and must have hit a major vein because she bled out very quickly and died. Needless to say I started crying harder and harder. BoRay had told my mom the lie because he didn't want my mom and I to know the truth but he told my dad. Later that same day my dad had told my mom the truth. Tally was my next to favourate dog...and to find out that she killed my favourate dog was devastating.
But really I can't blame Tally for acting like a dog. In the wild, animals are supposed to pick off the weak and Gracey was definately weak. She was 16 and 1/2 years old and suffering from a brain tumor and arthoritis but she was being strong, I think for me. It doesn't help that Tally was a foster dog in my moms co-workers program. They had rescued her from the Tallahassee Humane Society. They said that she was litterally climbing up and down the walls there for 6 months. She is a very messed up dog.
My parents are now debating on whether or not we should put Tally to sleep. Although I can't look at Tally the same...I dunno if I can deal with losing my two favourate dogs in such a little time. I think it really depends on how her attitude changes, since Gracey was kind of the boss and now that space is up for grabs. Plus we have another older dog and we don't want the same thing to happen twice. I really don't know what to think...I am just all messed up.
Gracey was 16 years old. We got her when I was 2. I don't remember my life without her and I can't imagine it now. She was literally my heart dog and I truely hope she rests in peace. It didn't help that yesterday was the 3 year anniversory of Erich's death. I can't believe it's been 3 years now. It seems like yesterday. <3 you Erich, hope you, Pip, and Gracey are together.
Here is a poem I wrote in her memory:
16 years is a really long time
I cant let the thought of you escape my mind
You were like a sister to me
But now I know the pain is gone and you are free
No one else could teach me the things you did
They were tough lessons no one should forbid
My Gracey girl I love you so
It has been so hard for me to let you go
I just want to see your face again
But I can't because you're in heaven
I really thought you would live forever
You seemed like you could fight whatever
Now I have to let you be
Something I couldn't prepare to see
Your grave is a memorial site
I wont forget that sad endless night
When I came home and you weren't there
Since I was 2 I have always cared
You were my heart dog and now you rest
I know you didn't give up and tried your best
To stay around for my family and me
You don't know how grateful I am, you see
I love you Gracey
And here are two wonderful poems that my mom's dog group post when a dog has died:
Rainbow Bridge:
There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth. It is called the Rainbow Bridge because of its many colors. Just this side of the Rainbow Bridge there is a land of meadows, hills and valleys with lush green grass. When a beloved pet dies, the pet goes to this place. There is always food and water and warm spring weather, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; his eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to break away from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. YOU have been seen, and when you and your special friend meet, you take him or her in your arms and embrace. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never from your heart. THEN you cross the Rainbow Bridge together, never again to be separated.
Where to Bury A Dog:
If you bury him in this spot, he will come to you when you call......
over the dim frontiers of death and down the well-remembered
path to your side again. And though you call a dozen living dogs
to heel, they shall not growl at him, nor resent his coming, for he
belongs there.
People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent
by his footfall.....who hear no whimper; people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them, for you shall know something which is hidden from them, and is well worth the knowing. The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master.
RIP GRACEY