Sunday, March 20, 2011

This is a short story of the furry love of my life Griffen. Grif was born Nov. 9th 2001 in Draper Utah in a litter of seven, he was the fattest of the bunch and had green eyes, I'm pretty sure that's why I picked him. We got him for Ty for Christmas and picked him up on Christmas Eve. To this day, he is still the best Christmas gift I have given Ty. Grif was a smarty pants, he was a house dog, I know Lab's usually live outside, but I couldn't do that to my Prince. I don't think he ever had an accident in the house. He went everywhere with us. When he was old enough to run on a leash, he would run with Ty and the kids in the baby jogger. When he got tired, he would climb in the basket in the bottom of the jogger until one day he was getting to big and it would drag, after that, he had to run the whole time. He would not leave the side of that jogger, Ty wouldn't ever have to put him on a leash. I don't think Grif thought he was a dog, he thought he was one of the kids and loved going to the park, he loved to climb up the latter and would go down the slide with them . Tyler's dad, John, told me I was babying him and he would never be a hunting dog, he said "dogs that live in the house are house dogs, not hunters". One cold duck hunting day, Tyler and my house dog went out for his big debut, I will say I was a little nervous but guess what, My Prince was Amazing and John congratulated me on a job well done. Griff loved Tyler's hunting clothes, every time he saw them he would get so excited..... We moved to Vegas in 2004 and he could tell I was nervous of our new surroundings and he became very protective of all of us. He would bark and growl on command. Grif and I had some weird connection, if you have ever read the book or seen the movie "The Golden Compass", the people had animals that could not be more than two feet away from their human, they were called their Demons. Grif was my little demon, he was by my side constantly, some times I would hide just to watch him panic. I think when we truly new we had such a bond is when we had a guest staying at our house and everything started out just fine, but as the night went on and the guest in our home started to piss me off more and more Griffen decided it was time for him to go! All the hair stood up on the back of his neck and he got down really low like he was stalking his prey with his teeth showing. I looked over at him thinking what the hell is he doing? Quickly realizing what was happening, I yelled Tyler and Ty grabbed him just in time. We took him in the bedroom, shut the door and had to laugh about it, I told Tyler I am being as nice as I can to this dude but no kidding in my head I was thinking I want this dude the F out of my house, and Grif was like ok Mom. He got this vibe from me a few times and he tried to take care of it the best way he knew how, silent and deadly...... I have so many amazing stories about our Grif, like in spring when I would plant flowers and he would wait for the empty container, grab them and run around like a crazy man then come back for the next one. Or when I watched him out the window as he ate all the neighbor's roses, I couldn't figure out what he was doing 'til it was to late. Then I had to lie to the guy and say I had no clue what happened to his roses, its not like he would have believed my dog ate them. We always would say that if i died before Grif, you're going to have to put him in the ground with me......... This last year he really started to show his age and slow down, he started to do things that he never did before but he would still love to run with Tyler. Eight weeks ago he got an infection in his feet and after three weeks on antibiotics and treatment he just couldn't kick it. He could barely walk and he couldn't follow me around anymore, he was so sad. After a few more tests we learned he had Cushing's Disease and was in the last stages. So on March 18th we had to put Griffen to sleep, this was the hardest thing Tyler and I have ever had to do, I had to be so brave because he trusted me when I walked him in there, I didn't want him to hate me..... We love you Grif and there will not be a day that I don't think about you my handsome prince......







































4 comments:

ecksmanfan said...

Beautiful write up Dan. Grif was one of the nicest and most well behaved dogs I've come across (assuming he liked you). He was always willing to play fetch and wanting to be a lap-dog with whoever would let him. Always looked forward to seeing him, just like your other kids. He was a big part of your family and to anyone who met him. He will be missed. He was luck to be a part of your family, and you were lucky to be a part of his.

Joyce said...

I've cryed as much over the lose of Giff as I did Banner. He was such a big part of all of our lives, and Dad and I love him very much. He was so well behaved, except for the pond. He would look at us with those BEAUTIFUL eyes as if he was saying "what did I do wrong?" We miss him so much already, I know the big hole that is in all of your hearts, and the emptiness that is in you home. He'll never be forgotten, we'll love him forever. Love ya all, Mom & Gramma

Joyce said...

Forgot to tell you, WONDERFUL story and priceless pictures.
My heart breaks for you,
Love, Mom

Daisynectar said...

What a beautiful story! Griffen was such a wonderful dog, and Sagan just loved him! Thank you for sharing this story, and thank you, Griffen, for being a part of all of our lives. We love you and will miss you tons.