Grimley 6/20/98 - 8/13/09


Chow Chow/Golden Retriever
Picture of Grimley 6/20/98 - 8/13/09, a male Chow Chow/Golden Retriever

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Home:Gillette, NJ  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Male   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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Nicknames:
Bear, Baby Bear, Pooty Bear, Pooty, Popple

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-mutt-dog rescue

Likes:
his mommy

Pet-Peeves:
when i get upset i lick my feet & i hate the rain

Favorite Toy:
any kind of rawhide

Favorite Food:
turkey

Favorite Walk:
Echo Lake Dog Park

Arrival Story:
I was left tied up in the backyard of my former home in Jersey City when my owners moved until a neighbor took me to the pound. i was rescued from the pound by People For Animals (who my new mom volunteers with) and she couldn't resist my charm and took me home!

Forums Motto:
The best dog ever

The Groups I'm In:
**HANG~N~WITH THE BIG DOGS**, ♥A TEAM♥, FANCYPANTS CAFE, FebrezeĀ® Pet Odor Eliminatorā„¢, Rainbow Bridge Angel Babies





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I've Been On Dogster Since:
January 19th 2005 More than 9 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
109223


Meet my family
Peanuts
(11/25/90-11/1
1/05)
TaterPatchesSpot (8/25/05
- 6/27/07)
Pookie *Rest
In Peace*
Feets 3/20/94
- 8/13/09
RIP Bogie, the
best bday gift
Blue
ScooterChanceIndyCoCo
LuckyTig, Tux,
Slinky, Ghost
etc
FateJonesy

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its a dog's life...


I lasted exactly 8 months from the day i got my bloody nose

August 21st 2009 8:39 am
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mommy cant believe it's been a week and a day already since i went to the bridge...I know she really misses me. So does Chance, he was like my lil brother.
and Patches, well Patches was TERRIFIED of me the first few days he was in our house...he and Spot thought i was gong to murder them or something and used to run and hide under the cat climber hissing so Pookie would run to me and smack me on the head till I stopped tryin to get to the kittens.
It took a few days but they eventually realized that, no i wasnt tryin to kill them, but i so badly wanted to sniff them and see who they were so we could be friends! Once they understood this they came to me ALL THE TIME for cleaning and to rub on me. Mom is sad she never got any pix of me giving the kittens cowlicks when i tried to groom them like they were askin me to do.
Anyway, Patches lost his brother Spot 6/27/07. Then Pookie, one of his surrogate kitty dads went to the bridge on 1/1/08. Next was Bogie 1/5/09 who was a snuggle buddy of Patches. But his worst day must have been the day Feets and I died. Poor Feets had all these young kitties to take care of, they all thought he had to be their dad, clean them, cuddle them and let they take up all of his favorite spots to be close to him. In one day Patches lost his kitty and dog dad surrogates...mom said he looks like he has seen a ghost all of the time since he must smell all of his beloved friends but cant find them as our scents get fainter and fainter...
Hard as it was for mom, grandma and grandpa to say goodbye & let both of us go in the same day they at least understood that it was the best thing to do as our guardians.
The rest of the fur pack dont know what happened or why and I wish i could tell them that i'm fine and I dont fall down anymore or have bloody noses here at the bridge. I get to see Peanuts, Pookie, Bogie and Feets and I have met Mittens and Rudy who both went to the bridge before I came to live in the house.
I spent four years of my life without my mommy in my first home which wasnt very nice. But since Dec 22, 2002 I have been with my mom and had been given everything I ever wanted (ok maybe not as much junk food as I would have liked) and was very spoiled and happy.
Then I got a nose bleed 12/13/08 and mom knew it wasnt years, but only months she would have to spend with me and then i REALLY got a lot of attention. and junk food. After 8 months of me getting gradually worse from the tumor growing in my nose and side effects of the meds I was on, mom knew I had had enough. my back legs just didnt want to cooperate anymore. I didnt want to go for a walk, it was too hard with my leg problems and my breathing. I didnt want even moms special meatloaf she made for me or any of my treats. But she really knew I was too tired when I stopped following her from room to room like i ALWAYS did. it was just too much effort to even walk from the kitchen to the living room. so my nice kind vet came to our house and let me go so here I am at the bridge.

 

My poor nose

December 19th 2008 11:08 pm
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On this past Saturday, December 14th, I gave mommy and grandma quite a scare. Grandma woke my mommy up to tell her there was blood all over and it seemed to be coming from my nose!

Mommy helped calm me down (hey! it was SCARY!) but I just kept sneezing and sneezing.

Mom checked up my nose with a flashlight and couldn't see any cuts. So she went online and looked up nosebleeds in dogs. Apparently I was just the right age and the right breed (she thinks anyway, no one knows WHAT I am!) for it to be the most common reason - the big C. Cancer.

I knew she was worried which was only upsetting me more. But I think she noticed that so she calmed down and so did I. My nose stopped bleeding. Then it started again. Stopped. Started. at 4pm I sneezed out something Mom hadn't seen before. A chunk of something. She washed it off and put it in the fridge (grandma's sisters thought that was very gross when they heard) to show to my Aunt who works in a human lab. After that I stopped sneezing.

Mom didn't seem as received as i expected her to be. I was! that annoying gob was out of my nose and no more blood!

My aunt looked at the gob the next day. She looked worried.

Monday I went to the vet. She didn't know what the gob was. They did $312 (and that's with mom's rescue discount!) of blood work. Mom's sister took the gob to work to show the pathologist.

Wednesday mom's sister and the vet called. If the vet had called first mom mighta gotten her hopes up since my lab work came back all normal (cept my Lyme's which gives me my arthritis, of COURSE that was there still, it doesn't go away) but my aunt called first. She said a scary word mom ran to the computer to look up Chondrosarcoma. She knew sarcoma meant cancer. This is the exact definition http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chondrosarcoma (well at least according to wikipedia anyway).

Mom checked with two vets. The only treatment (yes, treatment, NOT cure) is radiation therapy. Which would mean I would be put under for a $1200 CAT Scan to see where my tumor is then twice a week I would be under anaesthesia again for radiation therapy. And IF this worked I might live a few extra months. If the radiation or anaesthesia didn't kill me. Mom said she wouldn't do that to me...its not fair to me to put me through that for a few months. Months when i might be so miserable and not know why...

So now I get to eat whatever I want, no more glucosamine food that I hated. No more chalky glucosamine tablets being stuff down my throat. No more Evo food, I get the junk food I wanted!

Mom is sad...but she sure is spoiling me!

 

food kitchens need PET food too

June 3rd 2008 7:45 am
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http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/24936402/

My mom is goin to find out if any of the local food banks will accept pet food donations. I bet they could also take kitty litter too...

If everyone could do the same maybe less people would need to abandon or give up their beloved pets!

 
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