Tabby was a sweet brindle boxer we adopted as newlyweds. She kept me company while my husband was in medical school. We shared food and the couch. If I cried, she would lick my face. I could fall sleep hugging her. She was diagnosed with lymphoma at age 13. We made the most of her last year.
After her diagnosis, my husband insisted we get another dog to help transition when Tabby died. We looked at Petfinder and I reluctantly agreed to meet a few rescues, but only if they were nice enough to put up with a very sick, very dominant boxer. We rolled up to an adoption event with Tabby, and towards us roared two huge, coiled balls of sheer muscle. Twin giants, struggling against the leashes to close the gap between them and my frail and dying boxer.
Alexandra Jursova/Getty Images
Adorable Animal Friendships That Will Fill Your Heart with Happiness
Courtesy Andrea Stetson
This Brave Dog Saved His Rabbit Friend from a Dog Attack
