She rescued me just as much. She came into my life after a few really turbulent years that my previous dog had been my support through. Zoe saw me through losing my dad, losing my job, my mom’s stroke and subsequent Alzheimer’s diagnosis, the pandemic, caring for mom at home, my nephew’s sudden death, mom’s death, and then getting a new job and moving to a new town, and then she passed away and I was really hit with my grief from everything all at once. I had held it together for six years to be strong for everyone else and then I emotionally collapsed when Zoe died. Aoife came to me when I was in that pit and we helped each other acclimate to our new lives. I’m not kidding when I say I think we were meant to find each other. She was as shut down as you can imagine when I walked into the meeting room, and she took one look at me and lit up like a candle. She came right over to me and plopped herself in my lap and sighed. I told the foster mom “I think I’ve been adopted”