I was asked to foster a rescue dog, and I knew that I was going to be a terrible foster parent. You see, to foster is usually a temporary thing, and when I looked into this dog's eyes, I knew that nothing was going to be temporary. She was here to stay.

She had spent all her life alone outside. The neighbors had reported that she would lie whimpering in the frozen mud. There was a small overhang by the back door, and she would press her body up against the door, trying to get shelter from the snow. It broke my heart when I heard this, and I made a promise to her that she would never be cold again. I called her Sarah, which means Princess, which was how I was going to treat her.