He was much more than my pet. Actually he was my trained service dog.
I got him from a breeder when he was 4 months old and had a trainer work with us three days a week for fifteen months.
During his gangly puppy stages, Tigger survived the most severe case of puppy mouth warts the vets had ever seen! They were so bad he couldn’t eat his food and I had to spoon feed him canned food until the vet surgically removed them! Then two months later Tigger got a huge knot on a toe. I thought it was a bug bite. Nope it was cancer and he had to have that toe removed. They said it wouldn’t come back. It came back on two other toes and they also had to be removed.
All before he turned three years old!
He was a trooper though, and I made sure that since he took very good care of me, he had a very comfortable life. He had his own couch, and blanket and his own little Tigger toy.
Tigger helped me for 12 years.
Its been two years now, I had to have him put down because he had a mass in his chest. I had him cremated and his ashes sit in a special spot.
Ive never gotten over him.
Tigger. Gentle giant. Great Dane.
40 inches at the shoulder