Elvis Johnson Obituary (2015

Elvis Johnson: The King of Cuddles and Courage (2015–2025) It is with heavy hearts and slightly slobbery memories that we announce the unexpected passing of Elvis Johnson, the beloved boxer, loyal protector, and undisputed King of Couch Cushions. Born on October 8, 2015, Elvis strutted onto the scene with confidence, charisma, and just enough drool to make every introduction memorable. He crossed the rainbow bridge on November 3, 2025, leaving behind paw prints (and a few nose smudges) on every heart he touched. Elvis was the cherished fur baby of Scott and Jennifer Johnson and the devoted big brother to his human sisters, Regan and Mallory, who will forever remember his watchful eyes, snuggly warmth, and tendency to “help” with snacks that fell—or were gently encouraged to fall—off the table. Known for his powerful bark and an even more powerful love for his people, Elvis took his job as family protector very seriously. Whether it was the ominous approach of the Amazon delivery person, the suspicious hum of the vacuum, or a wayward fly that dared enter his kingdom, Elvis faced every threat with valor (and sometimes dramatic flair). When not defending his castle, Elvis was a certified cuddle champion, blanket hog, and professional napper. He believed deeply in the restorative power of a good snooze and the importance of always sitting directly on your human’s lap—regardless of size or available space. Elvis taught his family the meaning of unconditional love, loyalty, and the joy that comes from having fur in every conceivable corner of the house. His soulful eyes could melt the toughest of days, and his wagging nub of a tail was a metronome of happiness. Though his time with us was far too short, his spirit will live on in every belly rub given, every treat pocketed “for later,” and every empty Amazon box bravely sniffed in his honor. Elvis has now taken his rightful place in the great dog park beyond—where the treats are endless, the mailmen are slow, and the couches are always warm. His family finds comfort knowing he’s chasing butterflies and keeping watch over them with that same fierce, goofy love. Rest easy, sweet Elvis. You were, and always will be, the King.