We grieve the passing of a faithful companion, friend and employee.
Blanco Conger passed away 5/7/19. He became a member of the household 12 years ago as a security officer and body guard. He worked his way up to chief of security. At passing he was 112 (dog) years old. (16 in people years.)
As a 40 pound terrier mix, he had a luxurious coat of white hair accented with a large butterscotch spot on his back. The hair over his eyes made him look like a Bedlingham terrier. Because of our weather and hygiene, we usually kept him clipped.
Blanco was not the smartest or most loyal of the dogs we have kept, but he was well loved. Perhaps he was one of the best behaved.
He soon learned the boundaries of our yard, and stayed in our yard except when escorting one of us on a walk or a run. Of course, he would stray down the street if he was sure no one was looking. Nevertheless, he seemed to understand that his job was to stay inside the yard even when the gate was open.
Shortly after we got him, he began jumping the driveway gate. I tried rigging a rope to make the gate appear higher, but he just jumped between the gate and the rope. One day, he jumped the gate with me standing right there. I said, “Blanco, bad dog.” Before I could say anything else or take any action, he jumped right back into the yard. After that, he did occasionally strayed through the open gate (when he thought he would not be caught) but I was never aware of him jumping the gate again.
His demise came yesterday at the veterinarian’s office. Gay took him in for a tooth cleaning. About noon, the vet tech called me to inform me that Blanco was out of the recovery area and appeared to be doing well. She asked me if I wanted her to give Blanco his shots. I suggested she might do it while he was still groggy. Fifteen minutes later the vet called me to say the vet tech had gone in to give shots only to find Blanco having a seizure. The vet said he had restarted Blanco’s heart three times, but did not expect him to survive. Apparently he did not suffer long thereafter. Perhaps it was better for a loyal dog to go quickly than to have suffered some debilitating injury or illness.
We are thankful for the years we had him.