On 31st March I made the decision to say goodbye to Elvis. He had become ill in his last couple of months with suspected cancer. I chose not to put him through the invasive tests and chose to spend the remaining time we had together spoiling him, giving him all the naughty foods with lots love and kisses.

He passed in my arms at 5:30 pm, he was twelve years, six months and eighteen days of age, even in his last minutes of his life he wagged his tail and gave the vet and I kisses as we both struggled in that moment.

Elvis loved watching the football on tv and always enjoyed celebrating our goals, not understanding why we were clapping and cheering but nonetheless took the opportunity to enjoy the praise and attention for the bigger team.

In his twelve years he had the pleasure meeting a fair share of the team’s players over the years and got to meet some of coaching staff and managers and the owners too.