Last summer an emaciated and nearly dead male great dane and who I assume was his pup, finally had to take a chance. They saw us, walked up my driveway and politely knocked on the door. I let them in and fed them, but they couldn’t eat solid food. I finally gave them a bowl of milk each to try to restart their GI tracts. They were so gentle. Really tragic.
I have a Great Dane. One of the most loving, friendly, impressive dogs I’ve ever had. When I had my will prepared, I made a huge effort to make sure my companion animals wpuld be cared for after I died.