For 10 years, my family had a beloved black lab named Sox. We called him that because he was all black except he had white on his muzzle and his four paws, which made him look like he was wearing sock... Read More
For 10 years, my family had a beloved black lab named Sox. We called him that because he was all black except he had white on his muzzle and his four paws, which made him look like he was wearing socks. As is prevalent in his breed, he developed hip displacia and began to have trouble walking. Then, Dr. Grinsell diagnosed him as having a cancerous tumor on his spleen. He advised there was no hope and offered several options. However as he was technically my youngest sons' dog, I allowed him the decision and he could not bear to have Sox put down. So, Dr. Grinsell helped in every way possible to make Sox' final months as comfortable as possible.A few months before Sox passed, I adopted a kitten from the Human Society, whom we named "Beckett". Just an orange tabby with unusual facial markings, Beckett took an instant liking to Sox. Sensing his illness, Beckett would spend hours at Sox' side licking his muzzle. They slept together and they walked together. Obviously,  they had formed a  deep friendship. When Sox finally moved on, you could see Beckett missed him terribly.A couple months later, Beckett appeared to be very ill and I brought him to TMVH where Dr. Grinsell said he would have to run tests to see what was wrong.The next day, he called with startling news: Beckett had been poisoned! And the prognosis wasn't good. Dr. Tim couldn't tell how the poisoning had happened - Beckett might have lapped up automobile anti-freeze, or he might have eaten a mouse that had eaten the poison. Whatever it was, the only hope was to flush out his system and administer medications in large doses. Two days later, he wasn't responding and even I couldn't get him to eat his favorite food - bottled beef gravy. We left the Hospital figuring Beckett had had it. I was in tears.The next day, Dr. Tim called me at work and I dreaded picking up the phone. "Hey, Howie!" he said "Beckett's doing great and he's eating well. If this continues you can take him home in two days!" Sure enough, we got Beckett back as good as new.Six months later he was poisoned again and he was back at Truckee Meadows Veterinary Hospital where the flushing process began once more.Again, against all odds, Beckett came home as good as new. That was more than a year ago and there's been no repeat, thank God.  Every time I hold this very loving little guy, I remember that he wouldn't be here if it wasn't  for Dr. Grinsell's skill. He will always have my gratitude AND our business. Read Less