Zelda, who has now been a part of our family for almost a year and a half, was on the fast-track to being put down when we found her at a high-kill facility in July 2011: She was a stray at a shelter with no known background (including whether she was fixed or even housebroken), a black dog, an adult dog, a mixed breed, and totally untrained on a leash. Five strikes. Five reasons that everyone else at the shelter that day was writing her off. They passed her cage like she wasn't even there.
But Zelda was worth seeing. She was worth saving. I can't even imagine my life without this clever, loving, Dorito-eared fuzzball who fills our home with infectious joy.
♥ Zelda ♥
[Some related reading: Zelda; Rescue in the Truest Sense of the Word; Mutual Rescue; Zelda's Anniversary.]