Last April, my wife's brother died. She was heartbroken. He was taken way too young, and she was left with a big hole in her life - her hero from youth was gone.
The picture isn't my wife, this is my youngest daughter holding our Bischon Frise puppy - Sampson.
2 weeks after the funeral, my wife was still very depressed. Her Brother had been sick for 2 years, but the death was still a suprise. He was in Mexico with his Fiancee on vacation. We had to make last minute, long distance arrangements to get him back.
My next oldest daughter had a bischon. We loved him. Very cuddly, very attached to my wife, but when she married - well the doggy moved with my daughter. We found 2 bischon puppies, and went to get one. We really thought we were getting it for my wife's father. He had a Yorkie that escaped his house and was struck by a car.
Father said "nope, I'm not ready yet". Wife started cuddling the puppy the first night. And hasn't let him loose hardly at all yet.
He gets under your chin to go to sleep. He sits on laps to be stroked, he'll chase things, and then gets worn out to stay by my side.
Puppy has been a Godsend. Sampson has a relationship with everyone in the house, and now my wife is smiling again. Later found out he was born on her mother's birthday. She's been dead for 20 years, so this had way too many coincidences to be chance....
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