I was up early Monday morning. It's my day off and I had a meeting with the power company and their tree trimmers. They need to clear the power lines on my property. Regular morning routine, greet the dogs & give their morning meds slathered in peanut butter, they all line up in their room except Elvis. Maybe he's out back taking care of business. Call, he doesn't come. Open the back door and find him on the porch. Apparently he died sometime during the night. Gastric torsion. Wolfhounds and other deep chested dogs are prone to this condition. I had been at a friends house watching the Cowboy game and got home about 11. None of the dogs came to greet me when I opened the gate to the porch. This is not unusual if they are all inside sound asleep, so it had to have happened sometime between 11 and 6:30. We both feel terrible, we didn't hear anything during the night and were unable to help him. He was one of our two rescues from Santa Fe, Texas in 2014. There was a man there that had been breeding Irish Wolfhounds. I don't know where he went wrong, but he wound up neglecting the dogs and other animals he had on his property. Our Wolfhound club got wind of the conditions there and with the help of the Houston SPCA, we were able to seize the dogs and get them to a safe place. The conditions they were living in were horrible. There were 72 Irish Wolfhounds, all starving, filthy and sick. Some didn't make it out of Houston, their condition so bad they had to be put down. We found homes for the others, from Texas to Alaska, East coast to West. We took two, Elvis and Agnes. Some of the dogs had a hard time transitioning to a life a dog deserves. Agnes is one of those. Even after being with us for three years she still is fearful and shy. We can see she wants to, but she is still afraid of a human hand. She has made huge progress but is not showing normal Wolfhound behavior. It's sad but OK. She is safe and well fed, with room to run and play with our other dogs. Elvis was happy and quick to adjust to a normal life right from the start. Leashes were terrifying at first and until he came to live with us, I don't think he had ever walked on grass. He and Agnes were severely under weight, that was easy to fix. His eyes were bright and he was always happy to accept love from both humans and other animals. I buried him under the Oak trees next to Augustus. A sweet and gentle boy has passed to the Rainbow Bridge and I look forward to our reunion.