Mr. Maverick passed on Sunday, 9/26/21 at 1:30 PM. He lived 12 years and 7 months. A rather long life for that breed. He was doing fine Sunday morning, but around 1:20 PM, we were both outside. He suddenly headed for the front door and I let him into the house. He laid on the floor and was acting erratic. I soon realized what was happening so I held him in an attempt to comort him. He passed, in my arms.
At his peak, he was 186 pounds and full of life. He loved and adored my wife, was also very protective of her. Heck, he would bark at me if I hugged her. My wife was #1 on his list, but #1A was my 14 year old granddaughter. They grew up together, played together, heck there were times she would throw a blanket on the floor and sleep next to him. He would drape his big front leg over her and they would sleep the night away. When she played outstide, he would lay out there, regardless of the heat, which he did not care for, and keep an eye on her. As hard as it was on me to watch him pass, telling her was even worse. That little girl wept for the remainder of the day on Sunday. Heck, she is still texting me tonight about him.
I am still hurting, so is my wife. Dang, we loved that dog, but more importantly, he loved us. It was a wonderful journey and we were lucky to have been blessed with his presence.
RIP my friend.
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still ver sorry for your loss… last one we put down, was the LAST… didn’t want to feel that sadness again… been a “cat person “ ever since… lost 3 cats since then 
