At the age of 5, Bronx was saved from a deplorable situation by police in Missouri. He ended up at a kill shelter and was within 24 hours of being put down. A family member who works with rescues, drove to pick him up and bring him back to Michigan to find him a forever home. She posted a video of an emaciated, and tail injured dog who still wanted to play and receive love. When I saw him, something inside of me said we needed him to be part of our family. He settled in quickly and within a few months, embraced all of us as his new pack. He and our Boxer, Dutch became best friends. He protected our home, looked after our boys, and took his job very seriously. But what he did best, was love us. Considering his beginnings, he didn’t have to trust us, or love us or guard us as he did. Even as he put on weight, and finally reached the 90 pounds he should have always been, he still wanted to sit on your lap, in a chair or on the couch next to you. He was excited about every walk, playing catch, running free at the local baseball field, going for rides in the car, and most importantly when we came home. He would grab a toy and run the house with it in his mouth as if he were celebrating. After Dutch passed away, we adopted a Boston/Boxer for him since he was lonely and depressed after the passing of his brother. Bronx eagerly welcomed Gibson and was gentle in play and taught him the ropes. Even as his self-appointed duties became more difficult, he still performed them with happiness. Bronx was such a smart, handsome, playful, happy, and loving member of our family. We truly believe he was a blessing from God. We are so thankful God gave us the opportunity to give him the love he deserved, and thankful of the love Bronx was able to give.