I love that story. It's funny because I was just at my dad's house and his dog is named Lucky. When my mom was really sick with cancer (a few months before her passing) Lucky would sit at the edge of the bed while she slept, or right next to her while she sat in her chair watching TV. Now, keep in mind, he is my dad's dog....mom didn't really care for him a huge amount. He didn't like leaving mom and after mom passed he still slept in her room on the floor for a long time. He watched over my mom while she was ill, now he sits at my dad's feet, stuck like glue to him. Lucky is part golden retriever and makes it clear that dogs are man's best friend.