It went extinct 65 million years ago.
It was the weight of a bus, and it could open it’s jaws wider than a man is tall. It ate full-grown crocodiles for breakfast.
Creatures I can do without, who never will be missed.
People sometimes wonder why God would lavish his attention on 13.5 billion years of pre-history if man is so all-fired important. They don’t seem to notice that even in the biblical account, man is the Adam-come-lately and doesn’t show up till the sixth day. Do recall that the central character of Genesis is not man. It’s God. He’s the center of the story, not us. If he can lavish his infinite love on the creation of a near infinitude of space, I don’t see why he can’t do the same with a near infinitude of time. Creation is about his glory, not ours. We get to participate in creation as befits rational (and finite) creatures. It’s our glory to search it out. But God does not owe it to us that we get to go to another galaxy or visit the Cretaceous. He got (or more precisely gets, since he is outside time) to see living tyrannosaurs. We don’t.
Still and all, I often suspect he created them so that human children could delight in their awesome glory and thank him for them as for all other things. Prehistoric animals are cool.