I don’t know if I can call her a pet or now, because technically she wasn’t my dog but my family and I took care of her dearly. Her name was Bella and she was a golden retriever. She was, and still is, the sweetest dog I’ve ever met. She would guard our house secretly when we were deep asleep, by always sleeping in front of our door. She knew my grandparents loved her but weren’t fond of her presence inside the house, so she always patiently waited for her food right outside our door. She would fetch my family and I whenever we had to go to our cars or anywhere nearby, she would be our bodyguard even when we never asked. She would wag her tail cutely whenever we came to her to give her snacks, and she would always run to us happily whenever we called her name. I never met her anymore, though. One day, her real owner (who sort of abandoned her) came to take her, I hope she’s doing fine until now, although I do sometimes miss her, still. If she’s still alive, I really hope she remembers me! ♡