My dad is dying. No one knows exactly how much time he has left here with us except for God. But his doctors have told us to prepare. He may have 7 days. He may have 10 days. It won't ever be enough. 60 short years. I talked to Renee today via text message to let her know what's going on. Her response was beautiful and I read it to my dad. It read: "Talk. Laugh. Share the stories of your life. Remind him of the legacies he's given, and the love. Let him know he's raised you strong and you will be okay - and you will give his legacy to your children." He teared up. And then he took me by surprise when he said, "That's a beautiful name." I said, "Huh?" He repeated, "That's a beautiful name. For your next mastiff you want." I replied, "What name? What are you talking about?" His answer, "Legacy". He then told me that he wouldn't choose any sissy girl dog to carry that name, but that "those dogs are big and hard-headed and think for themselves and you have to ask them to do what you want them to do and not just tell them........just like you." My heart is breaking. But I promised him I would. And my boys will then also have a physical reminder of his legacy.....one of his final wishes for me.