Back when I was too young to remember, my older sister was brought to an adoption center for her birthday(I think she was turning 3?). It was called "The Barkey Place". Being the little kid she was, she wanted our dog be be named "The Dog From the Barkey Place". Our parents just named her Barkey. She was brown and had a curled tail.
Later, I don't remember my age then, but it just seemed like she was tired all the time. It started a little after Christmas. She just kept laying down all the time, when she was usually teeming full of energy. She wasn't eating, and she'd show little or no reaction to our presence. A while later, my parents decided to bring her to the vet. Shortly afterwards, she died of old age.
To this day, though, I still love dogs.