Thank you both. His name was Garm, which was the name of the hound that guarded the gates to hell, which is so funny because he was a big old softy who would not hurt a fly, lol. We bought him from a breeder who told us "He is the last of the litter of 12 and been past over because he doesn't seem to bright". I knew right away he was my dog, lol. He was so silly and happy! I had just moved over to the UK from the US (my husband is British) and was so lost, lol. This puppy saved my sanity and filled the lonely hours (husband worked 12 hour shifts). I was familiar with large breeds as I bred Rotties in the states, but was in no way prepared as this boy began to grow...and grow....and GROW! LOL. He loved everyone he met and covered them with slobbers! I learned really fast you cannot be "house proud" and own a Mastiff, lol. When I walked him sometimes people crossed the street because of his sheer size, lol, not knowing that the worst he would do was ruin their clothes with slobber, lol. His heart was as big as he was and he was a joy to be around. I miss him so much and this house seems so empty. I know he had a wonderful, full life and we are blessed to have had him 11 wonderful years. We had gone back and fourth to the vets with him these past 6 months, his arthritis had began to worsen and he was not getting relief from pain with the medicine he was on and I knew it was time. We have a wonderful vet who came to our home, so he had his final moments in his bed, in his house. She asked me if I wanted to be in the room when she gave him the "needle" and of course I did. I held him and talked to him as he took his last breath and although my heart was breaking, I will never regret those final moments as he slipped peacefully away from us. I have learned that there is no love greater than that of a dog or for a dog. I can still smile through the tears when I think of him and everything he brought into our lives.