A few weeks ago, we went on vacation and left Gromit with a friend who loves her. This friend also has her dad living with her, as he has dementia. Tonite I was talking to her, and she relayed something to me that just warmed my heart. She said, "You know my Dad can't remember a conversation he had 5 minutes ago. But every
time we drive past the park down the street from my house, he says to me, "That's where we played with that little black dog, isn't it.""
He spent one week with Gromit, and she's left quite a footprint in his heart. He couldn't remember her name, but he remembers the time he spent with her. I was so touched and proud of my sweet girl!