








Big Boy went across the rainbow bridge to wait for us on the Forever Couch. He was the sweetest oaf of a creature I have ever known, and he was a good boy.
Lymphoma, at just 7 years old. We had a barbeque for him, and he ate all the meats he wanted and got all the pets from everyone who knew him and loved him, and he went to sleep in my husband's arms on our terrace. We laid him to rest on a mountain under a big tree, so he could have all the hikes while he waits for us. I'm devastated, and I'll never get another Cane Corso again, because it'll never be him. So dopey, so clumsy, so sweet, and so gentle.