Thursday, May 25, 2006
Spanky was a big dog, about 70 pounds, a hybrid of Akita, Australian shepherd and other breeds; a strong, resilient dog, impervious to almost every ailment.
He was very pretty, white coat with black dots underneath, and when shaved, looked a lot like a Dalmatian. Had light chocolate spotting on both ears. Emotional and liquid brown eyes that sucked you in.
Was a lover; loved all people, all animals (who didn’t always love him back, don’t know why), so sweet and was always there for us when we were sad - leaned in and loved us strongly and forced us to face our grief over various things and enfolded us in his love.
Spanky was a roamer - when we lived at Snow Lake, in Benton County, and before he belonged to us, we would see him treking all over both sides of the lake, sniffing, snacking on who-knows-what, wandering everywhere, and enjoying a wild and free life. Eventually, this behavior almost killed him.
We became Spanky’s owners a couple of years before we moved to Kirkwood Golf Course; he roamed all around Snow Lake and got brought home a couple of times by the police after leash laws went into effect.
When we moved to Kirkwood we still allowed him to roam and he got into every nasty thing to eat he could find. Eventually, this ruined his digestive system and we spent many dollars getting him straigtened out. Had to finally keep him on a rope so he couldn’t go into the woods and eat whatever garbage he could find. The vet said he was a “trash mouth” - so true. His blood profile showed nothing but lard - after a year or two of strict diet his blood profile began to show some real blood. He always had stomach problems from all those years of eating garbage. We medicated that problem for several years. Sometimes it worked, many times it didn’t.
Finally, the last few weeks, he got very vague, had epilepsy-like tremors when noisy doors were opened for him to go out, was half-deaf, wasn’t digesting his food properly and was therefore throwing up and was getting generally miserable. The time had come to send him to Heaven.
Willow Bend Animal Clinic very kindly and gently put him to sleep. The doctors there had done everything they could over the last few years to get his digestive system fixed and care for any other problems. We cannot thank them adequately for their wonderful care of Spanky and the staff there who loved him as much as we did.
We will always miss him and feel there is a hole in our lives without him. We will not have any more pets as it’s too much trouble to board one when we want to go on a trip and have the extra expense of boarding. After 50 years of caring for pets we feel we have done our duty.
To all of you who have cats, dogs, birds, whatever pets, love them, care for them and have them sent to heaven when they are in misery; don’t put it off. Think about their pain, not yours.
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