Kray, I am so sorry to hear that. I have tears in my eyes as I type this.
I never met Kramer, but he looked and sounded so much like our Morgan. Morgan was also such a jerk, and a pest. But we loved him so much. He made life interesting.
I had to put him down, but I guess we were fortunate that he went fairly quickly.
On a Friday, I took him to the vet for a checkup and they commented on how well he was at age 12+. Other than going deaf, he was in great shape. Next morning he started stumbling around and within about an hour he couldn't walk anymore. I took him back to the vet, and they said there wasn't much hope. I guess I was selfish for taking him home that day. I made him as comfortable as I could over the weekend, hoping he would get better. He didn't appear to be in pain, he just couldn't get up. I made a sling so I could take him outside from time to time. I slept on the floor next to him for two nights. At times he seemed better, but by Monday he was worse and I knew what I had to do.
I probably would have just buried him in the woods next to Baron (our first Brit), but it was winter. Instead I had him cremated and had planned on spreading his ashes on the farm. But wife still can't part with him.
We still have Jackson who is one of the sweetest dogs ever, but the void that the jerk left behind is huge and difficult to fill.
Jackson just turned 11. He is a great dog, and we love him very much, but they had completely different personalities. Morgan was much smarter, and Jackson was the straight man in the comedy routine.