I've been delaying it as much as possible because I didn't want to believe it was true. My first personal dog has passed away. He had intestinal cancer for the better part of 4 years and it finally caught up with him. He went into respitory arrest and I choose to put him down instead of letting him suffer more. I know a couple of you will remember Moose as the reason I really came to this forum. Moose was a Bull Mastiff rescue that had the big issue of not knowing how to walk on a leash. Now at his passing he was a Bull Mastiff that taught my other a few lessons. Kratos learned how to walk politely, be outside without a leash, find the joy in tug toys and know how to wrestle without hurting others. Isis learned that opening a door was easy with a bark or scratch, chasing squirrels/ groundhogs/ vermin was even better with two and that people didn't really want to hurt you. Jinx learned that you can't win everybodys love if you're a jerk, lazying around was better with a pillow and that you should never side for part of the bed when you could have it all. Moose was a silent teacher that I can't believe I have to live without now.