My sister was more like a Klingon. She was a lefty (that lived her life as if she was a righty) that didn’t take any crap. She did what she thought was the right thing and consequences be damned. She would not stab you in the back. She would look you dead in the eye and knock your teeth out.
Circumstances were such that my sister and I were not pet kids and weren’t pet adults. Her kids aren’t pet kids.
Mine are. My son bought purebred brindle boxer (I got to babysit him for the first 6 months or so) and he took in a rescue dog. We’re not quite sure of the breed. He still is skittish but fiercely loyal.
My daughter had a white boxer (which I helped raise for the first year of her life - just me and her during the day) and she now has a texas healer.
I do not know how my sister came to the decision to donate her body. That would have been a great discussion with her.