I don't know if you know how she got the name Grover or not, but it was because my 17 year old daughter rescued her from a trash can at school, where some boys had found her and decided to play football with her, mad: kicking her completely across the floor,mad: one of the boys thought she was dead and threw her in the trash can, and my daughter happen to see she was still breathing and rescued her from the trash. My grandchildren voted to name ner Grover after the sesame street character that lives in a trash can. She was about two weeks old when she came to live with me and thats why I call myself mommy to her. , but anyway she did survive the ordeal and came to live with me, she was my mothers day present. I love the idea that my mothers day present came from the garbage can.