Big Boy was such a trouble maker. He showed up one day in July of 2006 and never left. Although he liked coming in to sleep, he wanted to be out more. Because our neighbors like to shoot at things, we started to worry about him being out so I was able to train him to walk with me on a leash with him being in a harness. He got so used to doing that that when he saw me just pick up his harness he knew he was going to go for a walk. I really don’t know why he got so sick at the end. I started to keep him in my bathroom so no one would bother him. Sadly he passed away at 5:30 in the morning at the foot of my bed. Another part of my heart broke when he left me. I miss him so very much.