About a month ago, we lost our beloved bulldog, Elvis. He was approaching his 11th birthday and had been with me for nine years.
At two, he was a champion show dog (Ch. Acme’s Little Elvis) who’s owner/breeder/handler wanted to retire him and find him a good home because he had high anxiety in the ring. I went to a bulldog specialty show in southern Indiana to see if anyone knew of any puppies for sale and, as fate would have it, the first lady I asked said she didn’t have any puppies, but this beautiful two-year-old. He wasn’t with her, so she e-mailed me a photo the next week. As soon as I saw his squished little face, I knew he meant to be with me.
I know people always say that their dog is the best, but he really was. He never met a stranger and everyone who met him loved him.
These are some of the very last pictures I took of my sweet little boy.
We miss him so much. Rest in peace, little Elvis.
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You’re in my thoughts!
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