It feels like I have lost a part of me that I will never regain. It’s hard to sleep at night because I look over at where she slept and the only thing left is the remnants of her fur.
Grief is haunting and unpredictable. It causes me to behave strangely... why is it that I can throw her food away, but I can’t discard her medication?
I can still “hear” her, and in the corner of my eye, a pair of tennis shoes will trick my mind to “see” her.
The Lord gave her to me as a symbol of what my next 15 years would look like. So I named her Gracie, and that’s exactly the fifteen year season my husband and I have walked in... GRACE!
I’m not sure what will mark the next season of our lives, but I have a feeling it will be STRENGTH!
I miss you Gracie, no one will replace the void that you have left inside of me.
Until we meet again...