Gracie is never for trade, she will become a rusty one day, here's a story about my sweetie, Gracie.
Gracie fallowed me everywhere, she knew what go bye bye meant, she always slept with me, I wanted to replace her, and now I have six dogs, I now realize, no one or nothing can replace her.
She was eighteen when she died.
I was sleeping when my Mom had put her outside, my mother woke me up crying, I asked what was wrong, and she pointed to the sky. Gracie, something happened to her, right?
I asked her, crying.
She nodded and heard someone knock on the door, it was my neighbor, he loved Gracie allot to, I answered the door, walked outside with him, he asked where she was because I always carried her outside, I pointed to the sky, just like my mom did, he had a single tear in his eye, there was a long pause, but he finally said, Really? I nodded, crying my eyes out.
R.I.P Gracie, your forever in my heart
I don't want any donations, I just want to know, Gracie will always be remembered.