I had a dog, his name was Scooter. We've had him since I was a baby pretty much.
He passed away a few years ago.
My mom said that he would always be around me, and he wouldn't let me go down the front porch stairs, even when I cried, screamed and hit him to move. He wouldn't move a single muscle.
I moved when I was about 9 years old, and I had to leave him behind.
We didn't sell the house, my dad goes back and forth, since his company is there.
And everytime I'd go back to my hometown, he'd be always there waiting for me to open the vehicle door. =)