We found you on the internet, our big, beautiful boy, in a shelter. Through cyberspace you traveled into our hearts. Your "bio" said you couldn't wait to go to your "forever home". We drove a long distance to pick you up, at home waited new toys, a bed (large!), good food, new collar & leash. Everything was ready for you to be loved the way you should have been from the beginning of your life. We seemed to bond so well, you looked at us with huge, soulful eyes, we tried to let you know, "You're home, don't be afraid to love us and be secure." We focused everything on loving and caring for you, determined to make it work, but it was not to be. We'll never know why (we had alot of professional help trying to figure it out) but after about 2 wks. you began to change. You turned on me in a frightening way. We tried to work it out for days, but became too afraid of your aggression, of what you might do outside of our home around other people. We knew it was only a matter of time before something tragic happened and then we would have no control over what happened to you. We weren't about to take you back to a shelter, to be confused once again, maybe even passed on to another family who wouldn't know your history. We had to take you to be put to sleep. Before you went we kissed and hugged you one last time, and told you we would see you on the other side, at the bridge we would all rejoice one day - all the problems of this earth left behind. We had you for such a short time - it's incredible how we miss you. We had wanted to give you so much that you had not had, and wonder why it couldn't have had a happy ending for us all. So I took up your bed, your new bowls, your toys. I sobbed as I cleaned your muddy pawprints off the floor, swept away your beautiful black fur - I hope you know when you left this earth, you took a chunk of our hearts that can never be replaced.