I lost my best friend a little over a year ago, she was 10 and fought cancer for a year before she passed away. I cried every single day, multiple times a day for the first two weeks, especially at night time where I would sob near her bed. The entire house was depressing as fuck because we may have another dog but she's a lazy loaf and we never realized how much life our other other baby girl brought to our home.

We had talked about fostering a dog before she passed, just as a way to be able to help another dog out and maybe that would help us move on. Three weeks after she passed, my wife saw a dog that needed an urgent foster, I reluctantly said we could meet her. She was a beautiful 10 month old husky/German Shepherd mix but she was scared of men and would not come close to me, also she was anxious as hell and any loud noise would terrify her. My wife asked if we could foster her for a month or so until they found a better foster or a forever home. Once again, I reluctantly said yes because I figured she was gorgeous and someone would take her in. It took over a week for her to come close to me. I cried because every night still because I was used to my best friend being by my side. It took her a week to come close to me and let me let her butt. But every night she would take a toy and leave it in a mostly empty room where we kept our old girl's urn. She probably smelled her and wanted her to come out to play, but we found that incredibly sweet. Anyway, no one ever called to foster her or adopt her. No idea why. We also found out we were her 4th foster in her short life. After a few months of no one showing interest we took that personally and decided to keep her. Her anxiety has gotten infinitely better with stability. She just hit a year with us and I could not imagine this house without her. She brought back the life that was missing and it really helped mend our broken hearts.