In 2009 I was working at the RSPCA Yagoona when we received an ambulance call out for an injured dog. I was driving the ambulance that day and attended to find a tiny shih tzu with a badly injured leg. I scooped him up off the road and he looked up at me with gratitude in his eyes. Back at the shelter, the vets certified that his front left leg couldn’t be saved and had to be amputated. We operated, and kept the little guy at the shelter for weeks, hoping his owners would come looking for him, to no avail. The nurses nicknamed him “Trooper”, and every day at work, I checked in on my little mate. Once his mandatory holding period was up and his owners were nowhere to be found, I adopted him. Now named “Harvey”, it has been 10 years since I took the little guy home and he still looks at me everyday with the same gratitude in his eyes as he did on the first day that I found him. But it is I that am grateful that such a special little dog found me.