We have a close family friend and they have two Boxers. I loved these dogs, I used to watch them literally all the time. They were always going away. I practically lived at their house all summer in '08 and spent most weekends there. Buddy was a Mastiff/Boxer mix of sorts. He was getting old, when I first start watching him, and started going downhill last year. They had to put him to sleep last year at 12 years old. So sad, but I had been expecting it. Here was Buddy: Well, he just text me tonight and told me that Guinness died last week 6 years old. I'm so upset! I was so in love with this boy. He loved to cuddle, and just lay his head in my lap. He was a snuggle butt. But then he could be a complete goof. He was known as a 'tard' because he was a big doof sometimes, lol, but God I loved him. They said in the morning, he was fine. Then that afternoon he got sick. Called the vet, who came over and said he was fine. They got up the next AM and he just did not look good. He died in the wife's arms. Oh, Guinness, I will miss you. RIP buddy boy.