When we think of gentle giants there are many animals that come to mind, but to me it’s my son’s mastiff Piper. She was found roaming the streets living on scraps, and weighed in at around 88 pounds. When he saw her he was walking by a store and all of a sudden he was so intrigued he had to stop and ask what she was. He was told she was a mastiff up for adoption and as they say, the rest was history.
She weighed in at around 150 pounds and was the gentlest, sweetest creature you’ve ever seen, despite her time on the street. She loved egg nog, loved sunning herself in my son’s back yard, and when the vet finally said her time had come due to an inoperable tumor, she still surprised everyone by living eight months longer than planned. She loved my son and my granddaughter and would welcome anyone who came in her home; she simply wasn’t ready to go yet, she had more loving left to do.