On Thursday my very dear 8 and a half year old Bullmastiff, Juba, suddenly took ill. By Saturday morning, after a visit to the emergency room and vet, he was not able to walk. The vets suspected that he had a brain tumor and his decline was sudden and rapid. He blessed our lives in so many ways and had an impact on everyone who met him. We are now left with Max, a Golden Retriever that we brought home 4 years ago that had been very badly abused. Juba was his security and his savior. He is going to be lost without him. I take comfort in the fact that he is now running around somewhere free of pain and hopefully an endless supply of ice blocks...his favorite thing in the whole world.
