Deuce was showing classic signs of pancreatitis on Monday. His vet saw some concerning things on his abdominal x-rays. She did an ultrasound yesterday morning that only increased her concerns. Late yesterday afternoon we gave her permission to do an exploratory surgery. There was a mass behind his liver, cellular changes in the structure of his liver; his pancreas was necrotic and a section of his intestine so hardened and inflammed that nothing could have passed through it. We did not let him wake up again.
We brought him here in May 2005. He'd been a stray for years in a local village. No one claimed him and eventually he started getting in trouble trying to find food! The villages up here still deal with their stray dog problems with bullets. A young man tied Deuce and two other dogs up in his yard to save them until the shelter had room.
Deuce lost his mind in the shelter. From free roam of the Yukon wilderness, to a chain, to a tiny kennel! He hated the confinement and he was horribly bored. The shelter staff thought he was a aggressive and wanted him put down. Stuart was the shelter director at the time and he brought him home instead. They always shared a special bond; Deuce knew who saved him. I am grateful Stuart made it home in time to say goodbye.
Deuce was not aggressive ever; he was just extraordinarily active, happy and exuberant! He didn't always know how to ask nicely for the attention he so desperately wanted so he'd just knock you over to get it! He was my wild child and I will miss his nutty self! His penmate, Raven, is lost without him. They've been best friends since the day he arrived.
He didn't always get everything he should have here. He was a difficult dog at times; a special needs boy! But he was safe, warm, fed and deeply loved. I hope that was enough. Godspeed, my wild child. Don't cause too much chaos at the Bridge!