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Even stronger than you’d expect for a 110 pound dog, he was the gentlest, most sensitive dog imaginable. Every night he’d lay with us on the couch, and sleep with us in our bed. Even running full speed across our small second floor, where we’d wrestle at night, he never, ever knocked anything over. Every morning I’d walk him 2 miles around the park. The children at the bus stops on the way would pet him. Sometimes when we were walking him, a car would drive down the street and a little bus stop kid would yell out the back window, “Hi Rex!” He was always sensitive physically, as well, with a vomiting problem that confounded every vet he ever saw.