I cry, too...because I've seen too much of it firsthand in rescue. Beasts favorite girlfriend was one of my most memorable pulls/transports. She was originally adopted by a young man from an illegal breeder. He got her home, realized she wasn't house trained or even socialized, and would just pace the room from corner to corner with her head against the wall. He wasn't prepared for that, and contacted our rescue. She needed more help than he could give. I drove and got her, she was filthy, matted, covered in her own mess and had one eye starting to bulge. She went straight to medical boarding, ended up having multiple fatty rumors removed so she could walk easier, went on steroids for her eye, which continued to worsen and start to affect the other eye. She made little progress being socialized. For weeks I made a 2 hour drive to go visit her and hang out bribing her with treats. She ended up in medical foster with 2 of my close friends, and eventually had to have both eyes removed shortly before they formally adopted her.She's doing amazing, and made the trip over from Louisiana a while back to come play in the mud with the other Huskies. Max did not leave her side, and headed off any dogs that came up on her too quickly. Since then, she has started to play with her 2Husky brothers, will go up and down stairs, and has started to talk a wee bit, even though it appears an attempt to debark her was done prior to us getting her. Oh, yes....and she's a diva now! If I never save another dog, she will be my greatest accomplishment during rescue.