Annie was eight weeks old when she was bought from a flea market. She was left outside with no shelter, no food or water bowl. She was neglected. She started coming around, ribs showing, covered in ticks. She was always covered in ticks. It went on for weeks. We were having a storm one night, so we brought her inside. Despite living her whole life outside, she came right in and made herself at home in the bed. It was as if she knew before we did that that was where she belonged. Two and a half years later, that's still where she sleeps.