Makes me think of our sweet pup OZ, I adopted him from a rescue after my husband was diagosed with cancer. I know the dog would lower his blood pressure, stay with him when sick after treatments.
My husband was livid, how dare I get a dog without discussing it. After the next chemo treatment, I came from work to make some soup and sandwiches for the hubs. Little Oz, was there on the bed barking like he would tear out my throat if I approached. LOL After that, they were inseparable, I called them the Stud and his bud. Every bad procedure, every surgery, every time we had to travel for a clinicl trial, his first question was where is Oz, who has Oz, is Oz okay? I give full credit to the little twelve pounds of tough, who took are of my husband during his illness. I know that my husband would not have lived as long without our little furball.
I lost Oz about 7 years ago. I still miss him every day but his ashes are in the china cabinet, sitting on top of his human Dad's. They are still together and I hope to be with both of them again.
