You are important and you matter. Your feelings matter. Your voice matters. Your story matters. Your life matters. Always.
So funny that two Sad's have mastiffs
I miss my big girl so much. She was too old for me to bring her to TX when I moved. They are an amazing breed--they are so inactive
that they don't need a lot of space, but you have to know your dog. My first one, Tiny, was very dainty. My second, Mona, is a moose
(or a bull in a china shop). Her tail is lethal--nothing can stand if it's at her tail level.
I raised Tiny from a puppy; she was so lazy that I'd walk her about 1/2 mile, then I'd have to carry her home and she'd sleep all day! As an adult she was happy to go for walks. Oh, and she couldn't swim to save her life--sunk like a rock. Of course that didn't keep her out of the water. I had to go in with her and hold her like a child so she could splash around the pool.
And, yes, when she lost her leg strength it was awful. Luckily, the X was home and he carried her to the car and into the vet. I would not recommend ever letting a big dog get to that point.
Me: FBS (no longer betrayed nor a spouse)-62
D-day: 2007 (two years before finding SI)
S: 6/2010; D: 3/2011