Thor was the runt of a litter my sister and I had to bottle feed from birth due to a bad mom. His mother had turned on him and bit open his nose which caused a small scar. He was lucky. Some puppies were killed. We took the litter away and I always said Thats my Thor which shortened to Da-My Thor. He was an awesome pup, the only one with the large german neck. I decided even though I already had a dog I wanted this little guy. I took him home and he grew into a 184lbs and 32 inch neck awesome Rott. His mother died of lymphoma and when I saw the skin growth on his leg I knew. Although very aggressive with others his kisses to me and my kids were priceless. After the vet put him to sleep to examine him another mass was found and the decision was made to stop the suffering and put him to sleep. The vet said the cancer cells due to his agression if affected his brain could cause him to possible attack us in the late stages, not to mention he would suffer horribly. As she removed his prong collar I began to sob and walked out and shut the door behind me with my precious baby asleep on the floor. It was the most heartwrenching moment other than watching those puppies die I will ever know. I still miss my baby with the scar on his nose. He will always be Da-my-thor. May you cross over the bridge with all the other fur babies of the rainbows bridge. Sleep well my baby until I see you again. Love mommie