Here is my dog Missy, well, she isn't my dog any longer, she past on a little more than a year ago, but she was my best friend, she was always there to listen to me, and give me a lick when needed. Actually, when I was little, and my grampa would yell at me, and I would go to my room crying, Missy would wander upstairs, stick her head around the door, and peer into my room, and then she would jump up onto my bed, and get down onto her tummy, and crawl over to me. She would then lick my face, and for seven years, I thought that she was trying to make me feel better, but then one day, I told my sister this, and she said that Missy just wanted the salt from my tears. Talk about bursting my bubble!
Anyways, here are a few pics.
A little earlier today, my neighbor brought over a 5 month old Boston Terrier(which is what Missy was), and I was so heartsick for Missy, the puppy looked just like her, but like, 30 times more hyper, lol. Anyways, I'm glad you posted this thread, I need to take some time and remember my little pal.