Zoe
Leslie and Zoe
My dog isn't exactly what can be classified as a hero. She hasn't run into a burning building to save someone or scared off any burglars. But she has saved me from a sadness, so deep, that it hurt to breathe. My previous dog, Ginger,passed away in July 2004. I thought the empty hole in my heart would stay there forever. In December of that year, I went to the local humane society to make a donation. I saw a skinny, forlon looking dog in the back of the kennel. She was heartworm positive too. I thought no one would adopt such a sickly dog so Zoe went home with me that day. We both haven't looked back. She saved me.