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I wasn't raised with dogs and never thought I'd want one, but my ex was insistent, so we got a male boxer puppy in 1997. Two years later, I wanted company for my male, so I agreed to foster a female boxer for a local rescue. She was nearly immediately diagnosed with terminal cancer. I agreed to keep her until the end, as the vet had given her 3-6 months to live, since her cancer was not one that responds to chemo or radiation and was inoperable. We tried a homeopathic treatment, and 7 1/2 years later, she's still with me, healthy, and getting to be a very senior lady. I lost my male to lymphoma nearly 2 years ago, and I still miss him to the point of still crying sometimes. Both the male and the female are/were wonderful dogs: quick to learn, eager to please, good with my cat and kids, and totally nondestructive. I have another foster now who is also all of those things. I am sold on boxers, as I love their obedient nature and through and through sweetness.
I know that dogs have contributed great things to mankind. The love I feel in my house is all I need to know to know that that is true.
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