Sex: Male Weight: 51-100 lbs
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He loved being around people and lots of attention.
He wasn't a real big fan of the cat - not in an aggressive way, just pretty jealous. He was there first, afterall.
He liked a squeaky pretzel and a tug rope.
He liked any kind of people food.
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My parents bought Quest a little while after our previous two collies passed away. He was purchased from the same Collie & Sheltie breeder the previous two had come from, so we already knew the breeder and the disposition and intelligence of her dogs. He was originally intended to be a showdog along with his tri-color brother, but was revealed to have a thyroid problem which disqualified him.
He was already 13 months old when we got him and was very well-trained. He would only enter a room when you gave him permission, and knew to put all of his toys back in his basket. But after being spoiled at our house those were his 2 tricks he most easily forgot. Still was a very obedient, intelligent and affectionate dog. We had to have him put to sleep in October 2005 due to hip dysplasia, bad arthritis, and senile dimensia. We still miss you, Quest-Puppy.
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I was 10 years old when we brought Quest home. We had lost our collies Tristan and Sable in January-March 1993 and spent a dogless summer, then got Quest around August 1993. He was a 13-month old showdog...or was supposed to be anyway.
He was active, alert, affectionate, loyal, and gentle. He never tried to hurt anyone or anything in his entire life. He liked chasing squirrels but he never did get any. He enjoyed running in the yard throwing his tug rope, and going on walks. Having grown up with collies, I assumed everyone had to groom their dogs for 4 hours straight and vaccum every single day... :)
He became less active as he got older, like any dog. His final years were rough on him but he never lost his gentle nature or the will to live. He had arthritis and hip dysplasia, which made getting around more and more difficult and painful. We did our best to cater to his needs to make him as comfortable as possible.
When the end of summer 2005 came around, we were beginning to notice different behavior in Quest. He would fall asleep on the family room floor while my parents watched TV, then when he woke up he would look at them in a very confused manner for a few moments, as if he had forgotten who they were. He did not hear as well anymore either - he could hear you calling him but he wasn't sure what direction you were in.
One October evening I let him out to do his business for about 10 minutes. When I went outside to retrieve him, he wasn't in the yard. I thought it unusual since he could barely walk. I figured he was next door. I found him walking in tight, odd circles at the end of my neighbor's front yard. Circling, over and over and over. I called his name as I made my way over but he completely ignored me. Circle, circle, circle. I got over to him, and bent over and said, "Come on Quest, let's go in the house," but again he ignored me. Circle, circle, circle. I then grabbed his mane in order to guide him in the direction of the house, but yet again he ignored my presence and tried to go in a circle more, causing him to fall to the ground. He began panting heavily as he often did in a panic. I knew I couldn't carry him myself so I got my father to carry him inside. As we walked back to our yard, I knew senile dimensia was beginning to take over his mind....I knew this was Quest's last night.
We set up a bed for him on the screened patio, as it was a nice evening out. I brought my laptop outside and worked while I sat with him. As he lay, he began to whine and cry...noises that he had never made in his entire life. He was never a whiner. I thought to myself that he must be in an intense kind of pain. All I could do was stroke his head and say, "Sshhh..."
The next afternoon, Quest seemed to be doing better. We had our vet scheduled to come visit and take a look. He had been on medications for his pain before and it often helped him...but he always had good days, and bad days...but we knew the bad days were coming closer and closer together. Our vet is a very compassionate guy and loves animals very much...he had put my fiance's prairie dog to sleep after he got odontoma (a type of cancer). He told us he could put Quest on a stronger medication that contained steroids, but wouldn't work forever, and when it stopped working, he'd be in worse shape than he presently was.
The kindest thing we could do at this point was have him put to sleep. Putting him on the steroids, to me, seemed like we'd be selfish, just trying to keep Quest around even though he was in pain.
All I could keep thinking about was how he looked the night before - circling, circling, circling.
He was on a soft comforter in the kitchen when our vet put Quest to sleep. His blood circulation was so poor that it took 3 shots to do the job. When our other collie Sable was put to sleep I was at school, in the 4th grade...so this was my first time being in the midst of it. I held his head and stroked his face. I could feel his breath on my hand, until it became slower....slower...slower....
Now it's June, and I still think about Quest every day. My father buried him in the yard, next to Sable. They are marked with a Collie-shaped stone gravemarker. For a while my mother claimed she was woken up several times around 5:30AM by Quest's cough-like de-barked bark. He's still with us, in many ways. We miss you, puppy.
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