Some of you have met Gracie, the Irish Wolfhound that Lacey's mom rescued, and who stayed with us on several occasions. Lacey called me after work today to let me know that they had to have Gracie put to sleep this afternoon.
She was eleven years old, which is quite quite elderly for her breed, and she was the sweetest animal you could ever know. She'd had a hard time moving around for some time now, so it's been a long time since she'd been able to visit us, but she was a part of the family anyway. I'm going to miss her.
Bye, Gracie. Sad day.