Elvis’s journey has reached its final destination.
This morning, Randall, Dr. Walthall and I made the wrenching decision to put him to sleep.
The bloating that we had seen over the last couple of days had done serious work on his lungs, but the final determiner was that another perineal hernia had come up on the other side of his tail. Even had the money been unlimited, we would have faced the same decision. There was barely enough muscle mass for the first hernia repair. A second would have probably failed. Even without that complication, it would have meant a second surgery right on the heels of the first, and he would have gone into it with much weakened lungs. That alone would have been too much to ask, I’m afraid.
So the end has come. Two years and a couple of weeks after it began. And it has really been two wonderful years. We were so blessed to be able to bring home a dog who knew nothing of life outside a puppy mill and had horrific medical problems, and watch the transformation that would happen. We never would have thought he would be here two years. And while we were hoping and praying for two more years, it just wasn’t meant to be.
I’d like to thank all of you who have been with us on this journey. Those of you who donated to his hernia surgery fund…all I can do is thank you from the bottom of my heart, and tell you how much I wish the ending was going to be different.
Thank you to the staff at the Central Texas Humane Society who entrusted us with Elvis. You had faith in us and in him. And Randall and I thank you.
Most of all, thank you Dr. Walthall, Dr. Cooper, Carol, Melody and the rest of the staff at the LaVega Veterinary Clinic. Without your love, patience and care, Elvis wouldn’t have had these two years. I can’t tell you how much your care and support has meant to us over the last two years.
And now, Little Stumpy Fella, we wish you a good night. Sleep well, Elvis. You were so loved and you’ll be so missed.
We’ll see you at the Bridge.
The Foodlady and Randall