About My Dog Grover
15 years ago my wife and I welcomed one last "child" into our home. His name was Grover and he was a special little curly haired puppy with big dark sad eyes and a goofy smile. After my wife passed, Grover and I had to learn to manage on our own. It was one of the hardest things we have ever done, but Grover and I are closer than ever because of it.
Grover is a purebred Bichon Frise dog and considered a Senior Citizen now much like me. We go for long walks still, and Grover still has a great time running around on his leash, even though he's not as young and spry as he once was (again, much like me.)
A few months ago Grover tripped while running down the front steps and couldn't put any weight on his back left leg. I brought him to the emergency vet who did x-rays and determined it was just a "soft tissue injury" but also found that Grover has developed some arthritis in his back. Even though we would both love to keep acting like puppies, it was a wake up call for me that we should probably slow down. At least a little.
I know I probably don't have too much time left with Grover, but what time I do have I want to make sure to enjoy. I'm a lonely old man and my dog is really my best friend and constant companion. I know I wouldn't be up to training a new puppy at this point, so Grover will be my last, and best, dog.