I got my first doggy when I was in kindergarten. When I came home from my first day of school, what was waiting to greet me was my little Golden retriever (Oliver). He was a rescue and was 4 years old. It was the most surprising moment of my life since my parents never told me, and it was a very happy moment too. When I was 7, I fell out of a tree and was unconscious. I don't even remember what happened but my sister told me that Oliver stood by me and just barked. My dad went to see what was up since Oliver hardly ever barked and found me. I was rushed tot he hospital but turned out to be OK. :thumbup: thanks to Oliver! Sadly, when Oliver was twelve, he died of cancer. But I'm glad that I had him for a great amount of time.