Our Gracie passed over the rainbow bridge in the summer of 2006. She was called away at the age of 7, much earlier than we ever thought any of our fur kids would be.
Now she plays in that endless green field, waiting patiently for the time when she'll greet us once again. We think of her every day, and the tears come as easily now as then, but the time for sadness must end and be replaced with fond memories of our crazy sheepdog.
In the words of a very wise friend, "Love never dies. So in some way, Gracie will always be with you. And that is surely all she ever wanted."