My Staffy/Pit "Dutchy" who was also a rescue dog. She had actually belonged to a neighbor where I had lived previously. I could tell they didn't care anything about her. First time I saw her I thought "Whoa, better not get to close to that dog", then I saw her tail wagging and decided to go up to her. She assaulted my face with her tongue.

She won me over right then. I had told my neighbor that if they wanted to get rid of her I would take her in. Please let me know. One day she was gone. I asked and they had taken her to the local animal shelter. For whatever reason they had scheduled her to be put down. Thank God I found out and found her before they did that. She was a handful. Super strong, would break the metal ring on leashes, would drag my girlfriend around when she tried to walk her on the leash.

Could jump straight up in the air while on all fours, when she was excited. Gentle to kids. I loved her so much.
She had an issue with her ears and I thought that she would lose her hearing, but I found a Vet that was able to perform surgery and remove the masses that had formed in both ear canals. That cost a lot (didn't care). But she was perfectly fine after that. Less than six months later though she had kidney failure and I had to put her to sleep, at my Vet's recommendation. She was only 8 years old. I was there with her when they did it and damnit, that was one of the worst things I ever went through. Worse than when my Dad died. I burst out sobbing in the Vets Office. Crying now thinking about it. My Vet felt so bad she hugged me. Horrible. I know men shouldn't cry like a baby, but I couldn't help it.
Here's my sweet girl. I know I'll see her again on the other side.
