I haven’t posted in a long time; things have just been very busy at our home and in our lives. Everything is going well. Life is life. Today’s post is going to be on our amazing Elvis boy. I haven’t had time to really write about him since he came into our lives at the end of September. In the few short months we have had him I have been able to find a sense of peace and hope that I never thought I would be able to find.
Elvis is nothing short of a miracle and an answer to so many of our prayers. I truly think that he came here to our home with a purpose to fulfill, already knowing our needs. I prayed so much about our dog before he came, I knew this was the decision we were suppose to make, I knew that I was supposed to go with this company, and I knew everything would work out. I had faith. I know many people who were praying right beside us that we were matched with the perfect dog and that we would be able to find that peace and confidence again.
Thanks to many of our family and friends, strangers, acquaintances, businesses and a whole lot of faith we have our Elvis home and he is doing a fantastic job. This journey is a ton of work, and we knew it would be, we were prepped for that before we began this journey. So we willingly put in the time for this little guy as he does for his girl. Everything is worth it. He is now alerting to her with correct signals for highs and lows. So not only do we now know when she is out of range, we are able to know if she is low or high before we even check…and that is so helpful. He is correct over 80% of the time.
The older kids spent the night with their Aunt last night, well, Elvis too of course…where his girl goes he goes. Last night he woke kinz up telling her she was out of range (which is a miracle all in its own, because she never wakes up to his alerts…she treats and they go back to bed). Early in the morning hours he alerts again (ending this alert in a bark so Auntie would come in and fix his girl). Low. So they treat and go back to bed. Over an hour later, he wakes his girl again, refusing to let her sleep. She is trending low again. They correct it. Yay for Elvis doing his job even when mom isn’t around! Pretty amazing to watch happen, it never gets old.
So kids come home this morning. Kinzie is telling me about her night and is excited she woke up and that Elvis worked so well away from home, helping Aunt keep her safe! Good boy! He then ‘touches’ kinz and stares (touch is his low alert). We check and she is 90. A great number when you think of it, perfect…until you factor in he is telling us she is low (and really, if he is adamant, we listen, he knows) and the simple fact that she has 5 units on board from breakfast! Good low boy. So we down an entire coke (yes, that much…because of how he is acting and all the other factors going with it). He never really relaxes and is keeping kinz close to him and he is watching her like a hawk…so I know to be vigilant as he isn’t satisfied with that correction.
A while later we all get more ‘touches’ and he is becoming more adamant we check and correct right away. 70s. yes, even with that coke, we continue downward. We have her drink a juice and sit down next to her boy. He continues to not be too happy about things and continues to tell us she is going low. We know by now to listen to him…he knows. The nose doesn’t lie. So we check a while later with more ‘touches’ now being thrown to anyone a nose length away…and she is still 70s, actually a tad lower. So we juice it again and she munches on some frosted flakes. Elvis finally relaxes at her feet about 10 minutes later. So we just now recheck again (over an hour ago this happened) and she is beautifully in the 120s. She is safe, he is satisfied and we are thankful.
I can’t even describe how amazing it has been to have him on our side. I can’t even put into words what it is like witnessing his alerts every single day…I do not think they will ever get old. Since we have had him, her low percentage has gone from 12-9% to under 8% always. That is a big difference. He has not missed A SINGLE LOW ALERT…NEVER. And lows are what matters the most. He has missed MAYBE a handful of high alerts, maybe…and that is usually after having a day full of stubborn highs and he knows we are trying to fix it. And he doesn’t alert when she isn’t out of range…that has happened maybe a handful of times (and they usually are for a reason like getting use to his potty alerts and such…he is young, we are new…it’s ironing out everything and finding our groove). He is nothing short of amazing.
I want to thank every person who has been on this journey with us one way or another. Witnessing what we have and being able to use all tools we possibly can until there is a cure means the world to us. D.A.Ds may not be for everyone…but we knew this was for us. Without a doubt, I now know it all played out like it was meant to. I have this peaceful feeling within my heart, knowing I have another great help by my side…by Kinzie’s side. Have you ever witnessed a miracle? I have…his name is Elvis…he is a diabetic alert dog.