My husband got him for me when we were trying to have a baby. He kept me busy and happy. He loved sleeping in our bed. He followed me everywhere I went and loved me rubbing him with my foot. as he got older it became harder to walk. One day I had to start carrying him around. I knew it was time for him to go. He looked at me and stayed around long enough for my husband and daughter to say good bye. I stayed up with him and he laid near my feet and I just we waited. I could tell he was gone and I just held him and cried. I woke up my husband and we took him to our backyard and buried him there. He was a loyal friend and I miss him so much even after a year and 4 months.