Got his last week in my inbox. No comments except that I loved the story very much ... Someone To Watch Over Me By Saralee Perel Gracie, my beautiful 13-year-old shepherd/collie mix, has found her purpose. Six years ago, when I came home from a Boston hospital after my spinal cord injury, I was wearing a huge rock-solid brace that went from my chin to the middle of my chest. When my husband Bob helped me to our couch, Gracie hopped up to give me her usual 3 million "Yippee you're home!" kisses. But before she landed her sloppy tongue on my face, she abruptly stopped herself upon seeing my brace and, I believe, sensing my pain. And in that instant, I was no longer her caregiver. I was in her care. Ever since then, Gracie's reason-to-be has been to watch over me. Although she's nearly deaf now, she feels the vibration on the floor when I get out of bed. She rouses herself from her heated doggie bed. As I head to the bathroom, she leads the way as if saying, "I...