Grace

Grace, Home At Last Along Highway 10, an abandoned Great Pyrenees stumbles repeatedly to the ground. Her mud covered fur, severely matted and nails are so long that her dew claws were curled like a snail’s shell. Each step was a battle to survive. She managed to approach passing cars in hope that someone would stop and help her. Cars would slow down and passengers would stare, but no one offered her comfort. She was an unknown in place and name. We picked her up on a telescoping dog ramp and managed to get her into the back of my truck; to seek emergency treatment. She was weak and weary from her ordeal and we did not know if she would make it. Meanwhile, we asked people and looked in the local lost pet section of newspapers and online, but no luck. She spent almost a week at a veterinarian and we were looking for a place that she could call home. This dog needed to know that she was cared for. I wanted her to know that she was not an abandoned dog anymore; I named her, Grace. Eventually, we transported Grace to my veterinarian and I was able to visit her every day. I comforted her with kind words and a gentle touch on her battered body. Grace would know that she was not forgotten and that she was loved. Her age was about 10-12 tears old and her health continued to worsen due to unknown nerve damage. I had to make the decision to put Grace to sleep. I was with her until her last breath. Grace was cremated and we brought her to our home. Grace, Home at Last.