Rocky was only 5 years old. My son has his mother. Rocky came to live with me when he was 8 weeks old. Most people are afraid of pit bulls. My guy was the sweetest, friendliest most loving boy. He knew his right from his left, wiped his feet when he came in the house and hardly ever barked. This past September I had a ruptured brain aneurysm; he kept me alert by licking my face and it seemed like blowing in my face until the paramedics got to our apartment. The doctors said I was very lucky to be alive. If I had gone to sleep I would not be here today. My Rocky saved my life that day. He was one incredible puppy. He will be greatly missed by me and my family.