My husband grew up with boxers. Ever since we married he’s mentioned getting another one. So his Mama told him to find one and that would be his birthday present for that year. In spring of 2015 we traveled to Tennessee to bring home our new fur kid. He already had a name. Raylan.
B told me boxers are special and I don’t know that I believe him at the time. They are special though especially our boy. Raylan’s helped the entire family during our mourning the loss of B’s mom. He gave us reasons to smile when we didn’t think we could anymore.
He reminds us daily that he’s not just any dog. He’s been with us three years now. I consider him our late in life baby. Raylan is rarely ever alone as he follows us from room to room. He sits on us when he’s feeling protective, raises his paw when he wants our attention, wiggles his butt so much you think it will fall off when the kids come home, and knows when we are sick, never leaving us.
I can’t imagine a day without this big lug by my side.
