I remember my mom going out in a blizzard to save a dog. I was about 4-5 years old and she was climbing through snow up to her hips to get him while I watched from the window. He was very sick with pneumonia and had cigarette burns all over his stomach. Lucky pulled through and lived with us for about 14 years after that. Most of my memories are of someone in my family saving an animal and/or bringing them home. We always had multiple dogs and cats in the house and I turned out just like my mom
