So, BabyMac came back and HAL4 isn't in pieces anymore. But the great bacon giveaway will have to wait until Monday. I know, I know. Not too many things are more important than bacon, but this is totally one of them.
Today we got the sad news that our friend Gracie is gone. Not gone to a new home or gone like she got lost or something. Gone like went to sleep. One last time. Forever.
Gracie had cancer. The kind you can't fix. Her people gave her to pug rescue when they found out she was sick and Pug Rescue Lady took Gracie in as a foster. When the PRL found out sick meant the Big C, Gracie became a permanent pug at Pug Mecca.
I didn't know Gracie very long, but long enough to know she was a superpug. I mean, even the C-word couldn't slow her down. It didn't make her sad. Or afraid. Or anything but Gracie. And Gracie was pretty awesome.
Her life wasn't long, but everyone I know tried their best to make it good. Pug Rescue Lady took awesome care of Gracie from day one until the Big Sleep. The other pugs at Pug Mecca didn't get upset when the cancer drugs turned her into a bit of a b-i-t-c-h (especially around food) and were totally cool about letting her rule their pack.
I totally let Gracie have my spot in bed (and half my chewies) the time she stayed with us and didn't even argue when my human said she was "the cutest pug ever made". Because Gracie deserved all of the goodness we could give. And more.
Goodbye, Superpug Gracie. You will be missed.