Last night, just minutes before midnight, Keto finally gave up. Our little warrior. The little bastard. The best and worst dog I have ever known. Keto knew many, tolerated some and loved few. But if you were one of those few, you could not help but feel honored. You could not buy his love. You could not force his love. If he gave it to you..it was a gift. He outlived everyones expectations with heart failure. ANd I have to admit..I thought he would make another rebound. Even when he completely stopped eating a few days ago. But it was not to be..my little man was finally done. The fight was gone. He was ready to rest. He will be horribly missed.
And the nasty Keto we could not help but love. (Dawn never had any trouble getting this response from him either)
RIP King Keto Frito Bandito