This is Gracie, about whom I’ve written before. She was fully grown when she came into my life as a stray 13 years ago, and now I wonder how much longer she’ll be with me. She sleeps a lot these days, hard and deep. Her hearing is going – she can’t hear my voice anymore, so I clap to call her in from the back yard. Sometimes she doesn’t have any interest in her dinner.
I didn’t want her when we got her. We already had two dogs and I forget how many cats. But now I’m so glad I have her, now that “we” is just she and I. She’s always thrilled to see me when I come home, always happy to snooze nearby when I’m doing what I do around the house, and always ready to go for a walk or ride along on a road trip. She plays the dog role well, and despite myself I have fallen hard for it.