Bonded dogs looking for new home after former NYPD owner dies
The dogs' owner, Officer William Bove, a public servant who worked for both the NYPD and Greenville Police Department, recently died of cancer.
Gus and Bruno are grieving the loss of their owner and home, and the shelter insists they must be adopted together.
Bove's girlfriend confirmed the dogs are sweet, well-trained, and good with children and cats.
The shelter is appealing for a 'hero' to adopt the loyal and family-oriented dogs, honouring Officer Bove's legacy.
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