Perky
A donation was made in memory of Perky on Sep 06, 2011.
Perky was 12 ½ years old when Dr. Clark had to put him down, on July 7, 2011, at 3:30 pm. I had canceled earlier appointments to have this done. He had been having treatments for bone cancer in his right front leg since April of 2010.
My Dad bought our property, where I live, in 1920. It’s called “Pebble Beach”. There are 10 homes on the beach and we are the 2nd newest people here. Perky was brought by a next door neighbor, Denny Grindle, in 1998. Denny was a missionary with the Masai Tribe in Africa for 17 years before retiring and getting Perky. However, at this time Denny lived 15 miles away in Sliverdale. He kept Perky at his beach house in a large fenced in yard. He came to the beach everyday for 6-8 hours to keep up the property and spend time with Perky. About 5 years ago, Denny started to fail and he had to be moved to a rest home across Puget Sound. So those close to him decided that I should have Perky. Denny then passed away 2 years later at the age of 93. Two of the pictures I’m sending you show Perky visiting Denny on two separate occasions at the rest home. Notice after a two year absence that Perky still remembers him.
My wife “Elaine” left on December 14, 2004 to buy Christmas presents for her two favorite grandchildren. She was killed at a dangerous intersection in her car, 15 minutes after she left our house. So at the time Perky became available, I was living alone and having a very difficult time. Perky filled an urgent need and we quickly became fast friends. He went with me everywhere. He slept and ate in my house. He was never tied up outside, though he never wandered outside the neighborhood and our neighbors knew and respected his comings and goings. He minded every word I said. He was my constant companion 24/7. He also was the smartest dog I’ve ever seen. One example was that each morning he would lay in the doorway, outside my bedroom, with his head between his front paws and watch me with his eyes to see what kind of clothes I put on, to determine if we were going somewhere in the car or staying home or working. If he determined that we were going somewhere in the car, he would sit by the door with his tail wagging and happily panting. If I was staying home, he would just go to his spot and patiently wait for me with sad eyes.
I have his ashes, his collar, and a paw print. His ashes will be scattered on the beach front from his old house to my house and up on his favorite trails. I also will keep a little of his ashes in my car because he so loved to ride with me.
He had become a very large part of my life and for that I’m very grateful. So now I have to live with 2 losses and I have many very fond memories of both to help sustain me.
Jim T
My Dad bought our property, where I live, in 1920. It’s called “Pebble Beach”. There are 10 homes on the beach and we are the 2nd newest people here. Perky was brought by a next door neighbor, Denny Grindle, in 1998. Denny was a missionary with the Masai Tribe in Africa for 17 years before retiring and getting Perky. However, at this time Denny lived 15 miles away in Sliverdale. He kept Perky at his beach house in a large fenced in yard. He came to the beach everyday for 6-8 hours to keep up the property and spend time with Perky. About 5 years ago, Denny started to fail and he had to be moved to a rest home across Puget Sound. So those close to him decided that I should have Perky. Denny then passed away 2 years later at the age of 93. Two of the pictures I’m sending you show Perky visiting Denny on two separate occasions at the rest home. Notice after a two year absence that Perky still remembers him.
My wife “Elaine” left on December 14, 2004 to buy Christmas presents for her two favorite grandchildren. She was killed at a dangerous intersection in her car, 15 minutes after she left our house. So at the time Perky became available, I was living alone and having a very difficult time. Perky filled an urgent need and we quickly became fast friends. He went with me everywhere. He slept and ate in my house. He was never tied up outside, though he never wandered outside the neighborhood and our neighbors knew and respected his comings and goings. He minded every word I said. He was my constant companion 24/7. He also was the smartest dog I’ve ever seen. One example was that each morning he would lay in the doorway, outside my bedroom, with his head between his front paws and watch me with his eyes to see what kind of clothes I put on, to determine if we were going somewhere in the car or staying home or working. If he determined that we were going somewhere in the car, he would sit by the door with his tail wagging and happily panting. If I was staying home, he would just go to his spot and patiently wait for me with sad eyes.
I have his ashes, his collar, and a paw print. His ashes will be scattered on the beach front from his old house to my house and up on his favorite trails. I also will keep a little of his ashes in my car because he so loved to ride with me.
He had become a very large part of my life and for that I’m very grateful. So now I have to live with 2 losses and I have many very fond memories of both to help sustain me.
Jim T
