A Grendel Update

In dog years, Grendel and I are about the same age. She’s eight. I brought her home shortly after my third child left on a two-year mission to Argentina in an effort to stem the depression caused by my children growing up and moving away. Before Grendel and I had met, I  spent some time researching dogs and had decided I wanted a Welsh Terrier. The closest one I could find was in Las Vegas.

I contacted the breeder and arranged to meet her. She refused to let me come to her home and agreed to meet me in the parking lot of a casino. She had four puppies, but they were all lethargic and seemed unwell. I didn’t buy one, but I regretted it by the time I returned home. I called my son who was traveling through Las Vegas on his way home from college. He agreed to meet the breeder and pick up a dog for me.

Hours later, he returned home without a puppy. I was livid. “Mom, those puppies were sick,” he said. I told him I didn’t care. I couldn’t save all of them, but I could save one. “No. You would cry, the girls (his baby sisters) would cry. I couldn’t do it.”

The next day, my son found an advertisement for a Schnauzer puppy. She was just a few minutes from my house. When we got there, we found the Mormon missionaries visiting the home. Because I’m Mormon, I took it as an omen. I met Grendel and fell completely in love.

We’ve lived in happiness for many years. We wanted to breed her, but she never went into heat. On Tuesday, I took her to the groomer but they sent her home saying she was in heat! It seemed overdue, but whatever. On Friday, she vomited twice. I thought that maybe one of my visiting grandchildren had given her something that upset her belly. On Saturday morning, we found her with blood all down her hind legs. Knowing this couldn’t be normal, we took her to the vet.

Grendel had an emergency surgery on Saturday. She stayed at the hospital until Monday morning, but she wasn’t getting rallying. Every time we visited, she wouldn’t even lift her head, although she would cry when we’d leave. We brought her home, expecting her to die. I think if we’d left her at the hospital, she would have. She probably thought we’d abandoned her to a place where she was left in a cage and tortured.

My husband took Monday off of work to help nurse her. We placed her bed by the dining room door so she had access to outside, although that first day she didn’t move very much. By the third day, I came home from my morning run to find she’d made it halfway up the stairs. That must have exhausted her because it took her a few more hours to finish the climb to my room. I had to carry her back down when it was time for her medicine.

It was a milestone when she left her bed to join us in the family room. Another cause for celebration when she ate a piece of bread. More cheering when she ate her dog food.

It’s been a week and she’s not a 100%, but she’s sooo much better! I really think she’s turned a corner and hopefully will be with us for a long time. I’m not sure if she’ll ever be the bouncy, rambunctious creature she was before, but that’s part of aging…for all of us.

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5 Responses to A Grendel Update

  1. E. Ayers says:

    Oh, that made me cry. These animals are such a part of our lives. They have individual personalities, and they love us as much and maybe even more than we love them. They are so totally dependent on us for everything. They can’t talk and tell us what is on their minds. We have to guess. People think cats aren’t the same as dogs and that’s not true. Every pet that enters our home depends on us. Every pet knows us.

    I had a gold fish that was hysterical for it would follow me when I was in the same room. Did it want food or attention. Well, I could feed it and it would ignore the added treat. But if I stood by the tank and talked to it or even ran my finger around the glass. It was happy. If I found it a new toy, it was happy. And it didn’t like some toys. It would dig that thing out or knock it over. But it loved almost anything that bubbled. The more it bubbled, the more it liked it! It would play in the bubbles for hours. But when I put one of those bubble strips against the back of the tank… Oh that gold fish was angry. I guess it couldn’t swim through it. I moved it about six inches forward and the fish was happy. Anyone who has ever dealt with a big tank knows that’s not an easy feat. Goldie was a free goldfish one of my kids won at some sort of carnival. I don’t think it was 2 inches long when my daughter brought it home. It died shortly after a move. I think it was 25 YO.

    Most pet owners understand the importance of pets in our lives and the vast majority will do almost anything for the beloved creature. I’m so glad Grendel has rallied and maybe she will continue to improve but just like humans, if she doesn’t show real progress or displays any sign of a fever, get her to her vet or even another vet. A second opinion won’t hurt!

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  2. ginaarditoauthor says:

    Our pets truly are family members. Sending all positive vibes that Grendel will make a full recovery.

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  3. Carol says:

    That’s so touching, Kristy! I’m sure the love of his family and being back at home helped pull him through. Happy for you that Grendel is on the road to recovery!

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  4. leighmorgan1 says:

    So happy to hear that she is recovery. Holding you and your wee one in my heart. May she heal fully and quickly.

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  5. stephaniequeen says:

    Kristy, you and Grendel are both young enough to have plenty of bounce left in your step! Hope Grendel gets back to full tilt soon!

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