Well, it's with much sadness that I pass on the news that Gabe passed away on Saturday night.
After a hard-fought battle with the mysterious illness almost 1 month ago, the poor guy just couldn't fight it anymore. His seizures had gotten worse, much worse - almost to the point where he was in one constant seizure on the last day. Luckily, he went very peacefully at home, and I was able to be there with him right up until the end. I think he was still trying to hang on, but once I told him it was ok to go and that he didn't need to keep fighting it, and reminded him of all his buddies (his dad, brothers, Kate - even though she bossed him around) that he'd be seeing soon, he was gone within 10 minutes. It blows my mind that he passed on that quickly after I told him that, and I swear he knew exactly what I was saying to him. It was like he was waiting for the ok.
Ripper and Gabe - a few falls ago:
Gabe was the first sled dog that I really had a attachment to. He was always a big sweetheart. I got him when he was 5, and for a while it was just him, Kuna and the three monsters. Poor him... haha. He was a super leader. When he wanted to be! He was also the team cheerleader who CONSTANTLY barked whenever we stopped for 2 seconds. Heck, he even skijored this past winter! Him and Kate, for the very brief skijor down my road. And the funniest part was Gabe's reaction to me putting the harness on him. He was acting like I had made a mistake and put it on the wrong dog! And it took him a while to remember how to run in harness (not run and sniff the side of the road, or pee everywhere...), and it was good to see him have one last run for that short time.
This is one of my favourite pics of him - shows off his happy personality. So cute too. It only took a warm cabin and the run of the yard to make him a happy dog later in life.
Rest in Peace my Gabe-ster.