Eleven years ago tomorrow Russ, Stacey, and I went for a long drive and came home with a three month old Xena. She was very cute and afraid of everything. I wouldn't have been surprised had she been afraid of her own shadow. When children were afraid of her because of her size, I would tell them that they didn't need to worry, this was a dog that used to be afraid of cats. I would walk her and she would see a cat and try to hide behind me. She did eventually learn she was bigger than they are. Heck, because of her I have a somewhat funny story of getting engaged.
She was a good dog. Sure, she had her faults, some of which were my fault for not finishing her training and properly socializing her after another dog attacked her. She was always good with the kids and loved to be with her people. Never did quite learn that barking at people wasn't a good way to get them to pet her.
Most Great Danes only live to be about eight years old. Thanks to Mom, her live was extended seven years after she blew out both of her knees chasing after a cat that would tease her. I'd like to think those were a good seven years.
This morning we took her to the vet. She had lost thirteen pounds in the past three months and twenty four pounds over the past year. He said she was going into heart failure. We knew it was time. It was hard but we know it was what was best for her. We will miss her. Rest in peace old friend. Meet you at the Bridge.