Well, we really hit the jackpot with our Mack. He was named Cimba prior to coming to our home, but we took one look at him and knew he was just a regular kind of guy…boy were we fooled. Mr. Personality had us eating out of his paw in no time. He loved to sit in our laps, or anybody’s really, all 95 pounds of him. He was the key that opened so many doors, long walks in our neighborhood led us to finally meet our neighbors. Anyone who came to our door was very impressed with our “alarm system”, his size and demeanor meant no one was getting past Mack unless they passed his inspection.
He was present at many parties and made himself at home “sharing” dinner with our guests, little thief that he was. He wasn’t fussy about food at all, he felt it all was for him, finally we resorted to carrots to pacify him. The grandkids adored him, I had to remind him he wasn’t our ‘little pony‘ several times. He was a great swimmer too, you couldn’t turn your back or he’d be in the pool yet again, right after you’d dried him off for the third time.
We wanted Mack to live forever but we couldn’t bear to see him in pain, after a spleen surgery and cancer proved too much for him we had to let him go… even his vet and vet assistant were crying along with us when Mack left this world….but not without leaving us with all of the wonderful memories and our gratitude to him and As Good As Gold for the years of love and devotion he gave us.