When I got the phone call that my mom had died (4 years ago) I got drunk and fell into a ball crying myself hysterical in my living room, I never closed the living room door. My two dogs dug a hole UNDER the fence to come into the house and be bye my side. They never barked, never played, they just lay there next to me as I wept. They never dug a hole before that or excaped from the back yard.

I was never a dog lover before that. We had them for a year and I never paid attention to them other then when they needed to go to the vet. From that time on, they became MY DOGS. They are like my kids.