Somethings never change...

8. I talk to grace regularly..I’m a weirdo ..yes..but honestly I think she gets mad when I don’t for a while..we have a special bond..heh
-She seriously has the most personality of any dog I have ever met. I am completely convinced that she understands every word you say.

Its nice to have someone thats always there..

She still comes when I call her baby.
She still needs my hugs.
She still listens.
She remembers with me.
She doesnt ever just randomly stop loving me...

I still remember the day we got her. She entered my life the way everone else does it seemed. She needed me.
She was the smallest of the bunch and the only girl. All the other poor souls were laying on top of eachother in a hole in the sun.. stupid little brutes. And she was chillin, quietly in the corner all curled up...
She needed me...So I took her home..right then. On the way home, she looked so peaceful and cute/helpless that Gracey seemed the only name..
We figured out later that it was a ironic name..she was anything but graceful.
I wasnt planing on getting a dog then, and I set up the best I could. She slept with me for 3 months in the basement, cause she was so little and sad, and only 4 weeks old, I couldnt bare to leave her alone. I set up a laundry basket with like 800 towels so that it was level with the couch. She never made a noise that first whole night...well that is not till 3am. She put her little paws right next to my face and whined...pretty quiet...so I took her outside, then let her sleep the rest of the night on my chest.
She figured out pretty fast that she wanted to go out at exactly 3:17 am every morning, the grass was taller than her at first...lol she kinda got lost...But I was always so tired that Id make her run with me a little bit, to try to teach her how to walk better. The first couple nights she'd topple over and start whimpering cause she was terrified and freezing. So Id save her, pick her up out of the grass and sit on the steps with her for a little and talk to her till she fell back asleep, then we'd both go back to bed. Eventually she'd stumble along behind me, then walk next to me, then run with me, and after about a month she would beat me. This all happened between 3:00 and 3:30 in the morning.
After that, it was pretty much just me needing her.
Its nice to have someone that listens....and shes not stupid ya know? She completely has a personality, and she always knows whats going on. Plus I tell her everything, mostly when i cant tell anyone else.

-This may seem stupid, but anyone who knows me, knows that my dog is kind of like my best friend.

Ive told her everything..shes been here when I had no one else, Ive told her the things I was afraid to speak, she used to come find me in the basement when i was sobbing by myself, and sleep on my feet. I used her as an excuse to escape all the time..and she helped me get over my fear of the dark.
And tonight I had a meltdown, a bad one; I couldnt breathe, I was getting dizzy and really nausious, and i couldnt stop crying, and here she is.

Just like old times. Just the two of us.




Ps.)We both still miss you...