I woke up this morning to find out that Cerberus had bloat. Yesterday we went to the groomer. Yesterday he got the full pamper treatment including foot rubs and moisturizing. The day before we played and frolicked in the backyard like a puppy and then cuddled together on the couch. I wasn't ready to lose him. My husband wasn't ready to lose him. Diesel wasn't ready to lose him. The cats weren't ready to lose him. Cerberus was the most gentle soul you can imagine. Everyone loved him. The cats would sleep on him. He let the cats knead on him when they wanted and because of him we ended up with more than one feral cat to feed. He welcomed all souls into his yard. I even caught him letting rats eat out of his dish. Luckily the cats were less accepting of the rats. But, Cerberus had the most pure and gentle heart. Our male feral cat that stops by to eat even brought home a kitten (mini version of himself) and left it with Cerberus to watch over. We found a home for that kitten but it speaks volumes that a completely wild cat would trust this huge dog to look after his baby. There will never be another dog like Cerberus. My heart is broken. It wasn't enough time. He wanted to be with us longer. We wanted him with us longer. 15 years was not enough. 50 years would not be enough. I will add photos to this thread when I am calmer and can sort through what I have. For now I have nothing but tears.