See, it’s for a post like this that I wish I actually had pictures.
I remember when we went and got him, many moons ago. It had been a long day of looking at dogs at the SPCA, and none of them being a fit. Anyway, there was an ad in the paper saying a pure bred border collie was available. So we went and checked it out.
Kep had been sold to some rich bourgeois type couple. Even though his father was one of those trained show dogs who works in movies, and his mother had given birth to numerous dog show winners, these geniuses had him neutered. Then, when their divorce started years later, they fought over the dog since they didn’t have any kids to torture. The breeder was on his papers and got a call from a vet, asking why this dog had been left there for weeks. So she went and got him…but being a breeder, didn’t have a ton of use for a neutered dog. Anyway, we did.
He’s been at the house ever since. He outlived all of the old cats. He’s seen all four of the nieces and nephews, and he’s done a pretty decent job of trying to herd them and keeping them busy. Sure, he didn’t have as much energy recently as he had when it was just Natalie, but he kept soldiering on.
He was somewhere between 14 and 15, which is pretty damn old for a border collie. It hit fast. All of a sudden on Saturday, he was panicky. He couldn’t calm down, he just kept running around the house in a froth until he’d collapse from exhaustion. As of today, he kept losing his balance, and was left slamming in to everything around him. His eyes couldn’t focus…they just kept flitting across his field of vision again and again and again. It was pretty much one of the most soul crushingly horrible things I’ve seen in some time, and nothing could be done. Just corral him in one small part of the house and leave him to panic.
The vets diagnosed him with a disorder that essentially means his whole center of balance and equilibrium are thrown off kilter. Due to the rapidity with which things got worse, they suspect it was the result of a stroke suffered some time over the weekend. There was a slight chance it might get better, but after leaving him at the vet clinic for 7 hours, he had actually gotten worse. He’s gone now, and that’s probably a blessing.





