I had my "last" dog about ten years ago. I had one that was my best buddy and went everywhere with me. We took out many a ground squirrel. Construction crew put out some illegal bait that ended up killing him, I paid them back but it doesn't really take the pain away.
Then someone dumped a little female pup at the house next door to me, the two gals there had her on the front porch and she would never wander off, just sit and watch the world go by. But they weren't paying her no attention so I told the kids to go and get her if they didn't want her.
Time went by and she was more the kids' dog than mine. She got out one night when in heat and lo and behold ended up popping out six pups. I wasn't gonna have another dog, but this one had his mind made up and started following me everywhere, and whining if he wasn't with me. Now he sleeps at the foot of the bed (More like ON my feet, but that keeps them warm) and is my shadow, and my new best buddy. Two years old today!