In Memory of Grover


I adopted Grover in December of '98, shortly after I moved to Richmond. Then he was a bouncy 9 month old puppy. A work friend, who had recently adopted Grover's mom, steered me to AARF.

At the dog stand, Grover was not the most exuberant dog. He wasn't up wagging his tail, putting on a show to get attention. He was very quietly sitting in the back of his crate. I asked if I could take him for a short walk at the strip mall. And that was that. We just clicked.

Grover was all I could have asked for in a dog and best friend. We moved into a house together and adopted another AARF dog, Sheila, together. I got married and had a child. Grover and Sheila were instrumental in teaching me to be a mom and teaching our child how to walk.

Grover was with me when we buried Sheila. He helped to welcome our third AARF dog, Lance, into the household. Grover went to be with God in September, as a wise and gentle 14 year old. Grover was the hardest working, most patient and loving soul I'll ever know. He would love our new AARF puppy, Izzy and would be showing her the ropes.

Please consider a rescue dog. I know it probably sounds crazy, but they know what a good and loving forever home is worth and they will show you how grateful they are.



The Reason (to you from all your rescue dogs)

I would've died that day if not for you.
I would've given up on life if not for your kind eyes.
I would've used my teeth in fear if not for your gentle hands.
I would have left this life believing that all humans don't care
Believing there is no such thing as fur that isn't matted
skin that isn't flea bitten
good food and enough of it
beds to sleep on
someone to love me
to show me I deserve love just because I exist.
Your kind eyes, your loving smile, your gentle hands
Your big heart saved me...

You saved me from the terror of the pound,
Soothing away the memories of my old life.
You have taught me what it means to be loved.
I have seen you do the same for other dogs like me.
I have heard you ask yourself in times of despair
Why you do it
When there is no more money, no more room, no more homes
You open your heart a little bigger, stretch the money a little tighter
Make just a little more save one more like me.
I tell you with the gratitude and love that shines in my eyes
In the best way I know how
Reminding you why you go on trying.

I am the reason
The dogs before me are the reason
As are the ones who come after.
Our lives would've been wasted, our love never given
We would die if not for you