Ever heard the old saying "Walk a mile in his shoes?" I didn't think I could ever have another dog when Tyson died from cancer. (It sure seems like cancer takes a lot of our Boxers...) But, after a couple of months of hurting, crying, silence in the house, no Boxer kisses, no feeling of security because he was a great guard dog, etc, I couldn't take any more, I wanted another dog! I ended up with two babies! I didn't consider a brindle, Tyson was brindle and I didn't think I could handle seeing a dog that looked so much like him. I got a fawn female and a white male. I don't love them as much as I did Tyson, BUT, after they have lived and loved with me for ten years, I am sure I will! They have their own space in my heart. It doesn't take anything away from the love I had and have for Tyson, but it makes it easier to bear his passing and I can at least now talk about him without crying my eyes out. They helped heal my grief. Tyson, Mac, and Jazz have completely different personalities, and I am glad they are/was mine!