To friends of Grizzwald, our faithful dog of 11 years:
I am dealing with the feelings, the only way I know how.
So, for those of you, who read my blog, and have known him...
here are some wonderful photos to remember him by.
He was a great dog, more than that: a confidant and a friend.

I will always remember camping with him, using him as a chick magnet at the Mission Folk Fest, hanging out with him in mom's hot summer abbotsford basement when i was unemployed for a month, pulling out his knotted fur, wrestling in the grass, sticking peanut butter to the roof of his mouth to watch him struggle, making him jump into the lake at lac la hache, watching him put his head out the car window and resemble Falkor the Dragon from
The Never Ending Story, seeing him play with the new kittens in the house, play with his rattle kitten doll, lick our cat Shaquille, sleep side by side with Mortimer, chase after balls that I only feigned to throw for him, take him up to the top of Miller to poop, let him chase after bunnies at heritage park, blow a low Bb on my sax in his ear to wake him up, and most of all just pat his back and rub his chest and scratch his ears and tickle his feet and grab his tongue and blow on his nose and cuddle with him on the futon. He was an amazing creature and God Blessed us when we received him as a rolly polly little puppy without a name. He was there for half of my life, and I will miss him dearly.
Rest In Peace little guy... we love you so much.
Here's the photos:
~T~







Maybe more to come... adios, amigo perro grizzy.
~T~