When I was 5 years old, the local vet called my parents and said someone had dumped an approximately 2 year old male rat terrier mix at his office. My dad went and picked him up and named him before they got home. His name was Igor and he was the best dog! He slept in my bed, walked down the lane with me every morning when I went to catch the school bus and would be waiting for me in the afternoon. When I got my drivers license, he rode shotgun. When I was 21 years old, I had to help him to the bridge and that was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. That night, DH had invited friends over. I ended up staying in the bedroom, crying my eyes out. After 18 years, I still miss him!