12/30/2025
On Christmas Day, we fulfilled our promise to Frosted Face Clover.
Clover, originally named “Rover,” came into her family as a puppy. As she grew older and remained energetic, her life became quieter and more limited, and much of her time was spent in the backyard. When she was 11 years old, the person she was most bonded to, her dad and favorite human, passed away. That loss deeply changed her world and her family’s.
Her mom carried a great deal of guilt about the time and attention Rover hadn’t received over the years. Wanting to do right by her, she reached out to us, hoping to ensure Rover would be safe and cared for if her own health declined. At the time, she shared that she didn’t expect to live much longer and believed the program might not be needed. A year later, she contacted us again, still there, still trying to navigate life, and still worried about Rover’s future. Rover hadn’t passed, and her mom realized she could no longer provide what Rover needed. With that difficult realization, she made the painful decision to surrender her so that Rover could receive care and support beyond what she could offer.
When Rover arrived at Frosted Faces, her skin was in poor condition and she was somewhat head shy. We immediately began treating her skin and arthritis and gave her a new name, Clover, symbolizing a fresh start and hope. At 12 years old, mellow, and familiar with dogs and cats, we believed there was still a chance to find her a family.
Over time, it became clear that Clover carried emotional wounds as well. She struggled with barrier frustration and resource guarding spaces like rooms, beds, and yards. As months passed, she became increasingly sensitive to touch, bonding only with a small group of trusted volunteers.Our Frosted Forget Me Not Team and kennel staff poured their hearts into Clover. They enriched her life with hikes, outings, and quiet companionship in the gazebo. She was what we lovingly call a “hard sell,” but she was deeply cherished by the volunteers who truly knew her. Clover asked for patience, lowered expectations, and gentle understanding, and those who met her where she was loved her fiercely.
Last week, Clover bloated, and we faced one of the hardest decisions we ever make: whether surgery was the kindest option given her age and challenges. Dr. Russell and the veterinary team cleared their schedules because Clover’s life mattered. They performed surgery to untwist her stomach and supported her through recovery.Andy and I brought her home to recover, honestly, the first home she had been inside since she was a puppy. She grew strong enough to enjoy Christmas Eve with us, peacefully moving through the house, though her appetite never fully returned. On Thursday evening, Clover took her final breath, likely because her stomach and organs could not heal from the trauma.
We are carrying a lot of sadness and disappointment. Clover was one of the few dogs who never went on a Fling, and while that reality hurts, it reflects how complex her needs were. We wish we could have rewritten her story sooner. We couldn’t undo the past, but we did everything we could once she was with us, short of choosing euthanasia earlier, which in hindsight may have been the gentler path.
Every decision was made out of love- by her original family, by our team, and by everyone who held space for Clover along the way. Love doesn’t always get it right, but it always tries.
Clover mattered. And she was loved.
Family: Frosted Faces Foundation
Fans: Richard Leighton Dixon, Annie & her brother & sisters
Facts: Clover was 12 years old and was surrendered to FFF on May 1st, 2025.