I was blessed to have three heart dogs. My Harry From The Bronx, a bad hair terrier mix who had a terrible life before living with us. He'd follow me around from room to room and stare into my eyes with love and gratitude. Loved him! Died of kidney failure just three years after we adopted him and I suffered for three years after at his loss. But they were three great years spent with him.
Morgan, another bad haired terrier, who sits at my feet tonight at fourteen years old. She was a terror terrier in her youth but she and I made it through the test to become a certified therapy dog and did humane education programs in schools for years until she retired five years ago. Square peg in a round hole. Love, love, love her for what she became. And is (which is retired and not doing nothing).
And my little Maltese Lilly, who lived in a hoarder/breeder house with 82 other dogs before she was rescued. She and I actually spoke in our own way! She's been gone to the Bridge since April but my heart still breaks to think of my loss. And soars to think of our time spent together
Dogs are just the best gifts to our human hearts.
Apologies for the long post. Heart dogs deserve it :)