No such luck.
Friday night I noticed her food and water bowl were gone. I got hopeful that the church people had managed to coax her into the car. This morning I stopped by the church to ask them and got the terrible news that Gracie was dead.
The older lady had come by Wednesday to see her and said she was limping a little and acted like she wasn't feeling well. And most unusually against her normal behavior, she rolled over and allowed the woman to pet her tummy. They came back on Thursday to give her some thanksgiving food and she was not there so they drove around and found her around the corner, dead. We aren't really sure what from. Most likely hit by a car. Whatever the reason I was sad to hear that she never got her forever home. We tried. She just wasn't ever ready to come in.
So. Gracie is at the bridge. I am happy to know that she is, at last, safe. It's not what I had in mind, but it wasn't my decision. Special thanks to Carol for helping me find Brett at DeSoto Animal Rescue Society. And thank you Brett, for being willing to try to help a street dog have a better life.
It's going to take some time for me to get out of the habit if looking over to their yard searching for her. :(. Godspeed Gracie. We tried girl.
