Quora was special from the moment we met, and sheââ,‰"¢s the one who chose us to have as her own in a meeting that was divinely appointed. I met her at an adoptathon. As I knelt down to say hi, she crawled up onto my lap, looking up at me adoringly with what my Mom called ââ,"tootsie popââ,¬Ã‚ eyes: big, round, bright, and dancing. Then she lifted all of herself gingerly onto my lap as she leaned into my chest to get as close as possible to me. I was appalled to learn that Quora prior to that day had been living outside in a cage with her siblings for over a year once she and her litter mates grew out of ââ,"cute puppy stageââ,¬Ã‚ and were replaced by younger pups. It was striking to me hearing that, as here sat the most cuddly dog Iââ,‰"¢d ever met who literally couldnââ,‰"¢t get enough love and physical touch. In that moment on my lap she chose me, chose my family, as our own. Yes; in that instant I knew sheââ,‰"¢d picked me and there was no way in hell I could leave her behind. And after hearing her story, I wanted nothing more than to give her all of the love sheââ,‰"¢d been missing and was so desperate to give to others. I called my Dad and told him that I knew I had found the perfect canine companion for my momââ,‰"¢s dog Quixote. He said, ââ,"I trust you, get her, and bring her home!ââ,¬Ã‚