Elliot magically appeared right before Christmas on our doorstep. He was a sad little man clearly looking for help. He was VERY thin. Exhausted. Filthy. Flea bitten. Starving and so thirsty. We fostered him in the house, treating him for heartworms and anaplasmosis, and gently teaching him not to be scared.
Elliot was an old dog and he had a whole host of medical issues. We knew our time with him would probably be short. We took it one day at a time with him and kept his routine fairly simple. Eat. Rest. Go potty. Eat. Rest. Take meds. Rest. Eat. Go potty. He was gentle and curious, even though he was SUPER deaf and mostly blind. This was Elliot’s note to Santa:
Dear Santa,
Thank you for remembering me. The new people are really gentle. My belly is full. My itchies are better. My tired feet are resting. My body is warm and dry. My bed is soft. The house is sketchy, but we can’t have it all.
Love,
Elliot 🐾
Elliot started having seizures and our vet helped us assess his quality of life and prognosis while he lay in my lap on our living room floor. We helped ease him over the bridge in the peace and safety of his home. In his bed. Warm and dry and fed and loved. Today, that is enough. We walked him “home.”A really beautiful outpouring of love was shared because of a little white boxer who turned up needing some help. Together, we helped him. And we loved him endlessly. Though it was brief, he was a Sanctuary Babe through and through.
