Back in the 80’s I had a German Shorthair Pointer that was my bird dog. Having had to travel for work for months at a time, it got to a point where my folks would keep her for me.
When my folks moved up to be closer to us, mom asked if they could have Lucy stay with them. Soon thereafter my dad starting feeling down and poorly and about 8 months later he was finally diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor. After the diagnosis my dad moved into a different bedroom that was setup with a hospital bed and the room had it’s onw sliding glass door out to the porch. Lucy slept on the floor by his bedside
One morning the call came that my dad had passed so I drove out to their house and sat with him until the sheriff’s deputy and coroner showed up to take him. When they loaded him on the gurney, Lucy never left his side and followed him all the way to the hearse.
Sad story but inspiring. Dogs are so great.