I've heard a couple of you mention your heart dog, and if by that you mean the dog that stole a big part of your heart, that would be my Valentine.
She was my black and red mini doxi. I got her when she was just over two weeks old because she was the runt and her momma pushed her away. I fed her and raised her. She would cuddle with me, sleep in the bed with us. If we went somewhere we would put her in a back pack (before those fancy dog carriers) and take her. She would just ride around not making a peep, peeking out occasionally.She had a rough time health wise, she was attacked by a basset hound, lost the use of one eye, had a bout of breast cancer, suffered epileptic seziurs, plus other health issues. When she died at 10 years old part of my heart went with her, even now I think of her and get emotional. up. I miss her so much. She was my little sweetie. As much as I love my dogs, she is the only one I have been that attached to emotionally. I think that is because I had been through so much with her.
That is also where I got my name, Valsma.