Following his appointment with the oncologist and after receiving more information and another update on Churchill's condition, the Board of Directors made the unanimous decision to let Churchill go. In just the past few days since the steroids have ceased to work, Churchill's condition has worsened to the point that the Board did not believe he could survive the four weeks it would take before the chemotherapy might begin to show results.
Meanwhile, his skin would continue to crack, deep rivers of fluid would continue to form in "tracks" through his flesh, more tumors would appear and the tumors present would grow, and his coat would continue to peel away each time his bandages or wrappings were removed or he rose from wherever he'd been resting. In just a few days his condition deteriorated so much that descriptions from two board members who'd seen him were inadequate to prepare us for the photos you can see here, if you choose to. We hope you won't, because they are hard to look at, but if you have any question that the Board acted hastily, you will understand that if these changes occurred over just a few days, there was little hope that Churchill could survive until the chemotherapy could do its work.
Once again, we offer our profound and lasting gratitude to everyone who was touched by Churchill's story. Every volunteer feels this loss so keenly, and we are terribly disappointed and resentful that we couldn't give him more time, and that--despite having enough money, enough connections, enough energy, will, and desire to help--we were ourselves helpless in the face of his disease.
Disappointed and heartsick as we are, we can still feel pride and satisfaction that Churchill's last weeks were happy. His foster mom says he had developed a bit of a kick in his step again, that before this last few days he was clearly enjoying his food, and he was thrilled to be in the company of his boys. We offer our thanks to his friends, who spent time with him and took him for a car ride and fed him a cheeseburger and some ice cream and then were able to hold him and, with loving words in his ears and gentle caresses on his tired, sick and worn out body, send him to the Bridge to be whole and well and sleek again.
We won't forget Churchill. We know you won't, either.
The Frog Princess