When my brother was brutally robbed and murdered in his garage by a friend that dragged him into the backyard and left him, Popeye laid next to his body for seven hours until he was found. No one could get Popeye to leave James' side. My sister had to call one of James' actors that often took care of him when James was out of town. He physically picked Popeye up and took him home with him.
I have personally had many wonderful dogs. A collie I named Aziza ("Z"), the mysterious puppy that showed up in a co-worker's yard during a rainstorm and quickly outgrew her apartment that I named Spunky and cried hysterically when he mysteriously died at only ten months old, and Chewie, the best dog I ever had that was rescued at the age of two when he was given away because he didn't like children and died of old age fifteen years later. This is just the short list.
But the one dog that I'll always think was sent from heaven is Popeye. On "Saving Grace," God appeared in the form of a boxer that looked like Popeye's twin to give instruction to Grace's Last Chance Angel. He never "talked." He just sat there and the angel knew what He wanted him to do. I thought it was way cool to have God personified as humankind's best friend, doG, spelled backwards, God.