There's so much to say about Grover.

Rarely did we call her by her given name!  We called her Groverina, Groves, Groverini-Panini-Bun, Grovey, Baby Girl ... whatever came to mind, always with the utmost affection and respect.

Grover was sick for a while before she passed away, and it was a very trying time for all of us.  We did everything we could to keep her happy and comfortable ... the night she left us was the worst of my life.  

I came home from work and knew by her laboured breathing that she wasn't doing well.  I sat on her bed with her for hours, with her head in my lap, telling her that it was okay for her to go ... She passed away quietly later that night.

Grover was incredible - loyal, smart, hilarious.  Her favourite toy was a hula-hoop, and it still makes me laugh to think of her swinging it around in the backyard.

She loved going for walks, she loved to swim, she loved cheese and car rides ... 

Her eyes grew cloudy in her last few months, but the love was still in them.  Every time she looked at me, I knew that she *knew* how much she was loved - and she loved her whole family back with all she had.  She was so devoted, so loyal, so protective ... There's a hole in the family now that she's gone.  It's hard without her ... so hard.  She was my first dog and my very, very, very best friend.  I miss her and I love her so much.