He's been in the hospital since Monday, hasn't eaten much since last Thursday. I took him up to a vet specialist in Gainesville for an ultrasound and it revealed his gallbladder was about to rupture. I honestly don't think he could have survived the surgery (even simple invasive procedures sent him to the ER for 5 days each for the last two invasive tests he had done). Even if he would have survived the surgery, his arthritis in his elbows was so serious, he was about out of options for pain management - even his physical therapy wasn't getting good results. The vet who did the ultrasound also suspected he had a tumor in his heart - hemangiosarcoma - but I didn't pursue verifying it since at that point I knew euthanasia was the only option I had. There was no way at this point that I could continue to offer him a quality life.
After our appointment we went for a ride, Kelly chilled out in the back and napped. We stopped by Wendy's and I got each of us a cheeseburger - his was plain. I honestly didn't expect him to eat it. SURPRISE!!!! He ate his (no bun), mine after I removed the pickles and mustard, and then ate five more (no buns). He left a couple small bites of number 7. This was the first decent meal he ate in 8 days.
We drove around a little longer and then I took him back to my regular vet's office where he died in my arms.
Kel was such a great dog. He fit like an old glove, always comfortable to be around. He was very quiet except when fence fighting with the Dobe next door - his only vice. I always called him my old fart - he was an old fart as a young puppy and an old fart when he went to the Bridge. He was perfect in every way!!!
He was born green and his breeder kept calling him "greenie". One day I mentioned that she should call the baby something else, I suggested "Kelly" for the color "Kelly Green" and the name stuck even though the green tint wore off and he looked like a normal longhair WGSD within a few weeks. Later, his breeder surprised me when she came down to visit - she gave me Kel as a housewarming gift. A gift I've enjoyed daily for the past 12-1/2 years.
This is the first time in 35 years I haven't had a WGSD to lay by my feet.
Ro-Ann's Special Texan
January 12, 1996 - July 31, 2008