At the post office
filling out forms to return
Jimmy’s unopened meds.
Woman behind the counter
asks me what kind of dog I have.
I burst into tears.
She calls a coworker to tend her station.
“Meet me at the door around the corner.“
I go. She opens the door.
“Come here, hon. It’s hard. I know.
They’re like family.”
She hugs me.
Her name is Grace.
JDG
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Sending hugs. I am so glad to know a kind soul was there to comfort you. 💜
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Thank you Joan for sharing so much of your life with us. Light and dark, easy and hard, joy and sorrow. This one is very hard, as all who have had beloved dogs know. Glad you also got to experience and include the presence of Grace! Love, Dabney
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What a lovely story, Joan. Grace lives up to her name well. So glad you shared this one. It reminds me to respond when people need some “Grace” and a hug.
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Oh no! I pray God will comfort you.
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Thanks, Nico. Jimmy was a much loved dog and I was deeply touched by the kindness of a woman, who, in the midst of a busy work day, stepped away from her job for a moment to offer me comfort. There is much goodness in the world.
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Yes for sure! May you continue to be comforted. Peace
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