Love at first sight--What do you remember about the day you met your animal companion?

I recall the day I first met Sophie. I woke up one morning deciding it was the day I was going to get a dog. I had never had a dog but have always wanted one. I really had no idea where I was going to look. I felt guided that this was going to be THE day. My compass was a list of animal shelters in the Los Angeles area. Starting from the beach area, I made my way through shelters from the west and headed east. I made many four-legged friends that day. But none spoke to me like she did.

There are some who say that we don’t pick our animal companions. They pick us. This was the case of Sophie. It was in the afternoon when I found myself in East Los Angeles.
The last stop of the day, I did not know what I was looking for. She was a ball of white fur on the docket for euthanasia based on her mixed pit race. Sitting at the end of the kennel, she walked towards me and peered up with dark solemn eyes. Then she leaned in, her fur pressing against the chain link. A soul of goodness who somehow ended on the wrong side of the tracks. These are the details of our first meeting. It was love at first sight.

What do you remember about the day you met your loyal animal companion?