11/11/2024
This is a hard post. I should have done it on Thursday of last week, but I kept putting it off because this post makes it real.
Grover was the best boy. He was happy and quirky. He thought he was a 90 pound Rottweiler when we met other dogs on our walks. I have zero doubt that he would have attempted to protect me at any cost. He was a triple p**per, three times on each walk. He also picked up some piece of vegetation in his beard on every walk.
On Wednesday, a day that was already filled with sadness, I got the word from his mom that he was gone, due to a massive tumor on his heart.
He is going to be so missed. And I’m not ready to accept his absence. 💔