Precious was exposed to distemper at the shelter and got it really bad. She survived the first stage of the disease, but a couple of months later she was hit with the second stage (when the virus attacks the brain) and started having seizures. I couldn't bring myself to euthanize her, so I found the best care possible for her. She lived to the age of 4. She was the sweetest, quirkiest dog I've ever had.

That I would get up with her at night if she was having a rough night. I would constantly make up cute nicknames for her (like Pupusa). But, the #1 thing is that even though it was a lot of work, I would do it again for somebody as precious as my Precious.