🐾 Day 16 with Grace: she hid, and I felt lost 😞
Tonight was tough.
I came home after a long day, thinking maybe Grace would be waiting by the door like last time. But she wasn’t. Not there, not anywhere obvious.
I called her name softly, then a little louder. No response. My heart started to sink.
I found her hiding under the dining table, trembling. Her eyes wide and scared, refusing to come out.
I guess… she’s still carrying the weight of losing her old owner. Maybe being sent to the shelter and moving into a new home has made her really anxious.
And some things in this apartment probably scare her — like sudden noises or movements she can’t predict. I think she’s afraid because she doesn’t know what to expect.
I knelt down slowly, speaking softly, trying to coax her out. But she backed further away, ears flat, tail tucked.
It hit me hard. I felt helpless and frustrated — like I was failing her. Like maybe I wasn’t the safe place she needed me to be.
I sat there on the cold floor for what felt like forever, just whispering, “It’s okay, Grace. I’m here. You don’t have to be afraid.”
After a long while, she finally peeked out, and I felt a tiny spark of hope. It’s not perfect, not even close. But it’s progress.
This journey isn’t easy. It’s messy and painful. But I’m still here, and so is she. And that has to mean something.
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