Miss Graceful
Gracie
The Tiny
Tin-E Loc (with the Notorious D.O.G)
The Worm
The T
Super-T
T-Biscuit
Little Whoozit
Turtledove
A dear child has many names. She even had her own songs.
She left us too quickly. To everybody who left nice comments about her and sent her kisses, you have my undying devotion. Nobody deserved it more. She was much too shy to ask. It was so touching to see her becoming brave enough in the last couple of years, to actually sniff the outstretched hands of friends and strangers stopping us on the street.
At 15 years of age, she was happy and running around, up until her very last day, and for that I am very grateful. In the 12 years we had her, she was my constant companion and my joy. Always there for me. Playful and elegant, her racing name, Miss Graceful, described her so perfectly. Although she started out as very shy and scared, she grew confident and she relaxed. It was heartwarming to see her come out of her shell. Heartwarming is my favorite word when I think of her and her gentle ways. Although she liked attention, she was not demonstrative, and therefore, a lick on the hand from her was extra sweet. She was very intelligent, and so amazingly human in her expressions and her emotions. And after so many years, our bond was still growing and growing.
We were so proud of her. And we were so honored to have been picked to be her parents.
This is the reason for my absence. I miss her so desperately, and so does her little sister. I have not felt like blogging or even knitting in the last two weeks since it happened. Just trying to get back into things now.
