I used to say I never cry much but reading story such as yours changes my whole philosophy about crying and responding by crying. When I was working, I always had cats. I love my cats, but let’s face that dogs are different. When I moved to Florida from Indiana, I moved to Florida with the intent of helping my parents in their elder years go to heaven peacefully and with respect. After my parents died, my sisters, took me to an animal shelter to get a dog for adoption to replace the love that I was missing from my parents after taking care of them. My first dog I adopted was half pit and half hound his name was Ziggy. I loved him more than most people. After ZEKE passed away. I waited a little bit and warned him because I loved him so much. I felt so safe because he was a pit and hound. I adopted a Chihuahua mix Charlie’s half Chihuahua and half pit. What a beautiful combination you have the characteristics like barking like a pit, but you have the body like a Chihuahua. I have him