Keese the Merliquin Great Dane passed away on the afternoon of May 18, 2016
Following in Keese's pawprints, the lives of rescue danes Chael, Atz & Ada May 18 ·
From the moment mom saw the pictures of my litter on petfinder she knew she had to adopt one, she was only willing to adopt a special needs pup, wanted a boy since my big sister Eleena was a girl and was willing to do anything she had to in order to adopt me which included driving to VA to pick me up in a blizzard! She picked me out when I was four weeks old (bottom middle picture) and knew I was meant to be her's forever ❤️ I joined the family Feb 6,2010 and had three older sisters, Justice (German shepherd), Eleena (Great Dane) and Prudie. Before Atz joined the family mom was looking through names and discovered that my name meant "meant to be" which could not have been more true. Mom told me every single day how much she loved me and how I would always have her heart and was her "Boo" as she called me. We went through a lot together 8 weeks on a mattress in the living room after my TPLO (9 days straight of mom being by my side every minute except for a quick shower or to use the bathroom), mast cell tumor removal and worry of further treatment and then Wobbler's diagnosis, treatment and care. We also had a lot of fun together and with my siblings, long walks, running through the field at grandma and grandpa's farm, many, many car rides, trip to KY and much more. Of course mom wanted me with her for a much longer time, but is ever so grateful for the amazingly wonderful 6 1/2 yrs with me. I got my wings today and am pain free and running again, but I will be waiting for mom with my big sisters Justice and Eleena when the time is right 😇
May 18th
As all of you know I was diagnosed with Wobbler's syndrome and had gold bead implants done in January. I know all of you had your fingers crossed and were praying I'd make a recovery, but unfortunately due to my size and how fast I was physically effected by the lesion in my spine Dr. Durkes said I probably had nerve damage that is irreversible. Because of the potential nerve damage I have never been comfortable walking unassisted since end of December when my symptoms first appeared but were very minor. Mom and dad have helped me up and down, walked with me holding my belly band just in case I started to slip. I was doing okay without any Pred for almost 2 months once mom started a few new herbal supplements and a nerve pain med. The last 7-10 days I've been a little more "unsteady" and needed more support while walking so mom started a small dose of Pred again, I seemed to do okay. Yesterday morning I was okay, but yesterday afternoon when mom came home I didn't want to get up and resisted when she tried to help me, same when dad came home so mom gave me a higher dose of Pred. It didn't help by bedtime so mom and dad carried/pulled me on my bed from the laundry room (where I stay during the day so I can't slip if I try to get up) to our bedroom. I wasn't better this morning so mom gave me more Pred with my breakfast. I seem to be in pain turning my head to the left, but otherwise I don't seem to be in pain. Ada brought me her ball this morning and is very worried about mom 💗 Today when mom got home I'm still not able to get up or even really try to help 😥 there is nothing mom wouldn't do for me, I'm her heart ❤️ and always will be.
I wag my tail when I see mom and I've been licking her face as the tears run down as she types this, but mom feels her worst fear and what she has been dreading is happening and that she will need to help me get my wings then I can run around again and be pain free until we meet again 💔
From the moment mom saw the pictures of my litter on petfinder she knew she had to adopt one, she was only willing to adopt a special needs pup, wanted a boy since my big sister Eleena was a girl and was willing to do anything she had to in order to adopt me which included driving to VA to pick me up in a blizzard! She picked me out when I was four weeks old (bottom middle picture) and knew I was meant to be her's forever ❤️ I joined the family Feb 6,2010 and had three older sisters, Justice (German shepherd), Eleena (Great Dane) and Prudie. Before Atz joined the family mom was looking through names and discovered that my name meant "meant to be" which could not have been more true. Mom told me every single day how much she loved me and how I would always have her heart and was her "Boo" as she called me. We went through a lot together 8 weeks on a mattress in the living room after my TPLO (9 days straight of mom being by my side every minute except for a quick shower or to use the bathroom), mast cell tumor removal and worry of further treatment and then Wobbler's diagnosis, treatment and care. We also had a lot of fun together and with my siblings, long walks, running through the field at grandma and grandpa's farm, many, many car rides, trip to KY and much more. Of course mom wanted me with her for a much longer time, but is ever so grateful for the amazingly wonderful 6 1/2 yrs with me. I got my wings today and am pain free and running again, but I will be waiting for mom with my big sisters Justice and Eleena when the time is right 😇
May 18th
As all of you know I was diagnosed with Wobbler's syndrome and had gold bead implants done in January. I know all of you had your fingers crossed and were praying I'd make a recovery, but unfortunately due to my size and how fast I was physically effected by the lesion in my spine Dr. Durkes said I probably had nerve damage that is irreversible. Because of the potential nerve damage I have never been comfortable walking unassisted since end of December when my symptoms first appeared but were very minor. Mom and dad have helped me up and down, walked with me holding my belly band just in case I started to slip. I was doing okay without any Pred for almost 2 months once mom started a few new herbal supplements and a nerve pain med. The last 7-10 days I've been a little more "unsteady" and needed more support while walking so mom started a small dose of Pred again, I seemed to do okay. Yesterday morning I was okay, but yesterday afternoon when mom came home I didn't want to get up and resisted when she tried to help me, same when dad came home so mom gave me a higher dose of Pred. It didn't help by bedtime so mom and dad carried/pulled me on my bed from the laundry room (where I stay during the day so I can't slip if I try to get up) to our bedroom. I wasn't better this morning so mom gave me more Pred with my breakfast. I seem to be in pain turning my head to the left, but otherwise I don't seem to be in pain. Ada brought me her ball this morning and is very worried about mom 💗 Today when mom got home I'm still not able to get up or even really try to help 😥 there is nothing mom wouldn't do for me, I'm her heart ❤️ and always will be.
I wag my tail when I see mom and I've been licking her face as the tears run down as she types this, but mom feels her worst fear and what she has been dreading is happening and that she will need to help me get my wings then I can run around again and be pain free until we meet again 💔
#11 Brown "Keese"
Amanda and Jason (not pictured) of Dowagiac, MI with Keese at 8 weeks.