Shamu - my first Lab - passed away ten years ago. The grief I felt after losing her was nearly unbearable, and oddly, the one thing that helped me move on was adopting and caring for another dog. Ocho started out as my neighbor's dog - another mouth to feed, an unwanted burden for a single mother of a two year old boy - and when I approached them and said I would take the dog if they ever decided they didn't want him, it was only a week later until Ocho and I were sharing living space. That was nine years ago.
Ocho has become the love of my life. He hasn't done anything as heroic as the dog in the attached story, which I saw on the news yesterday morning, but I still give the canine species two opposable thumbs up. Here's to Man's Best Friend!