Yes, he died pretty peacefully - he had a chest infection for a couple of weeks and was picking up after a course of antibiotics, but he was panting a lot because of it.
He was 12, quite old for a staffie, especially as he was a big 'un.
Wouldn't chase a stick when he could pick up a tree, and he would happily do so, a trunk or limb of 6inch diameter and 6 feet long would be nothing for him, he'd pick them up on the shoreline opposite my house and run around for ages! That's why his teeth are snapped in the picture, all done at about 1 year old, picking up trunks and throwing them over his shoulder...
As for trying to catch boomerangs I made for him - it's lucky he had any teeth at all!
Last six months he got old quite quickly, decided that walking was too much like hard work, but would still have a 'puppy moment' and run round the garden with a log :roll:
Anyway, after his usual scrounge from my youngest daughter, he decided he wanted a walk over the field, and collapsed and died of heart failure.
Very quick though, and he died where he loved. I reckon he knew his time was up and wanted one last look of his old stamping ground.
I'm glad I never had to get him to the vet to be put down - I couldn't have handled that!
He's now buried in the back garden, and we'll plant a pear tree in his honour, but away slightly from him. He chomped through the trunks of two of them in his younger days and ran round the garden with them, and I still don't trust him not to do the same again!!! :lol: