I had a dog years ago. She died at the age of 13 years old a few years back. She was a pit bull but she didn't know that she was a pit bull. She was just as gently as a lamb. I was always afraid that someone would steal her because she was so frienldy, so I had to always keep my eye on her when she was outside. She was a spoiled house dog that slept in the bed with me every night. The night that she died, I called my family (sisters and brothers) to let them know that she died and they surprised me by showing up at my house the next morning and we had a memorial service for her. My brother dug a 5 foot deep grave under her favorite pecan tree and we buried her. I'm tearing up just thinking about it. She has a head stone and everything.

I get too attached to animals.
If I were to get another dog, it would be a guard dog for the chicken yard and I'm not sure I could stand to have him/her in the chicken yard working and not inside chilling out with me.