Deion is a handsome tri boy that aged very well. At 13 he looked as dapper as he has all of his life. His coat shown with a grand sheen in the sun and his eyes sparkled continuiously. He is a grand boy, loves everyone he meets, is good with children and other dogs. He was a mild mannered fellow that could go anywhere and know how to charm everyone.
Just over a year ago I noticed a minute difference in his way of traveling. I continued to watch but had an inkling that perhaps DM was the cause. After some research and contacting his breeder I knew this was the likely cause. I quickly joined the "wheelcorgis" group so I could learn what the progression was to be like and how to take care of my degenerating pal. I met some grand folks there who were most helpful in letting me know what to expect as well as how to best deal with it. I will be forever thankful to these kind folks that happily shared their hard earned knowledge with me.
Deion progressed quite rapidly in comparison to many. I suspect it was due to his advanced age at onset. It took me near 5 months to get him accustomed to the cart that I had obtained. When he learned how to use it I rejoiced at his ability to have some mobility once again. We both celebrated as he once again ran with the others and felt part of the pack.
As the months wore on I had to try to make adaptations to the cart for more support and feel thankful that I had tiled floors. He slowly lost control of his bladder and frequently his bowls. I began carrying him more frequently to the places he wanted to be.
Tuesday he had the look in his eye....one that is unmistakable that let me know he is tired of fighting the battle. He still smiled while in the cart and relished every meal and treat he received. Yet he was so tired after the cart that he rarely would move for the rest of the night. I noticed he seemed unable to get to 1 of the 3 water dishes available. Yes, Deion told me that it was time to cross the bridge and be whole once again. I listened to his request.
Wednesday evening surrounded by my dear vet and super vet tech we said good bye. I held him in my arms and told him what a good pal he had been, how beautiful he was and how much I loved him. We all cried as his heart beat for the last time. He was finally at peace. Over the bridge he was able to run once again.
God Speed dear Deion. You were a fine companion, a gentleman and a trooper to the very end. I will miss you my tri prince but know you will be waiting for me across the bridge.
Hug your corgis everyone, cherish each moment you have. They are never with us long enough but always leave a paw print on our hearts.
Sam who has a candle lit in memory of a dear pal
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