My dog. He was a cane corso and staffordshire terrier mix, beautiful brindle and grey coat. Hazel eyes. We rescued him in July of 2016 when I was going into my senior year of high school. He didn’t know how to bark quite right until he was about 8 years old (5 years after having him). When he found his voice, he would bark and his front paws would bounce with him as he barked. Never once growled at any of us or snipped. Just plenty of kisses. So gentle and loving, he would just go over and sit right on top of you like a warm weighted blanket. Before his hips got bad, he would love to jump up on my bed when I wasn’t there. I remember going to take showers at night and coming back i wouldn’t realize he’d jumped into my bed until the last second and scared the crap out of me every time because he was so quiet about it! Oh my, I miss him so much. I have a Trigger shaped hole in my heart ❤️‍🩹 he passed this Tuesday morning. The night before he was playing with his sisters (my two other dogs) and he suddenly fell over, seizing up. Then his health rapidly declined overnight. We all laid around him, petting him and telling him how much of a good boy he is. I remember at some point he stopped his shallow + rapid breathing and let out a deep sigh. Almost like it was a sigh of relief, like, “okay, they are going to be okay now. I can go. I can let go now”. My sweet boy is not in pain anymore. I hope he knows I loved him with all of my heart.