Angel Grace

This is an obituary for a dog not yet dead.

Angel Grace is a sweet little Staffordshire Terrier, barely a year old. Her only sin as far as I know is that she teethed on the watch I shouldn't have left out on the coffee table when Husband and I visited Minnesota last fall.

Angel Grace was limping when we saw her in Texas at Christmas, and limped even more when Older Son and Wife got back home. The vet diagnosed her with terminal bone cancer. When I talked to Son yesterday, he told me she was deteriorating rapidly.

The only comfort I could give was the truth. Angel's life will be brief, but it has been full of love, something all too many dogs never experience.

And which they have so much to give.