I know this challenge is not about the boys I lost, but about the babies I have now. But my finger just naturally tapped on this photo. He was 14 years old. Older than I expected him to live. The friends I got him from had continued to breed a daughter back to her father. Which is okay once; however, they continued for 4 or 5 generations, maybe even more. And that last generation was Grizzly. He had so many noticable birth defects, made me wonder if he had internal defects.