Quoting SaraJo:

I took a little dog, Cowboy, to the vet for a woman who didn't have the money to get him proper care.  Cowboy had been attacked by a very large dog and was badly injured.  He lay on the pickup seat, trembling and panting.  His fear and anxiety were so strong, and I felt so weak to assure him that he would get help soon.  Whenever I would reach over to stroke his soft little head, he would look at me with incredibly accepting eyes...and gently lick my hand.  I just wanted to remove all his pain, fear, anxiety...but was so helpless to do so.  I felt my heart breaking.  Cowboy didn't know me, but yet despite his current state he seemed content to let me take care of him.  He had such faith, so much trust.  No questions asked, no objections on his part...just faith and trust.  My Vet is a good, good person and was understanding of the situation.  He took little Cowboy and gently examined him.  Cowboy remained faithful and trusting, with yet another total stranger; his faith overcame his fear.  The injuries were too severe and little Cowboy was quietly put to sleep...in the hands of strangers; his dignity and awesome wonder were maintained,  and his faith and trust left me speechless in admiration.   

I took a little dog, Cowboy, to the vet for a woman who didn't have the money to get him proper care.  Cowboy had been attacked by a very large dog and was badly injured.  He lay on the pickup seat, trembling and panting.  His fear and anxiety were so strong, and I felt so weak to assure him that he would get help soon.  Whenever I would reach over to stroke his soft little head, he would look at me with incredibly accepting eyes...and gently lick my hand.  I just wanted to remove all his pain, fear, anxiety...but was so helpless to do so.  I felt my heart breaking.  Cowboy didn't know me, but yet despite his current state he seemed content to let me take care of him.  He had such faith, so much trust.  No questions asked, no objections on his part...just faith and trust.  My Vet is a good, good person and was understanding of the situation.  He took little Cowboy and gently examined him.  Cowboy remained faithful and trusting, with yet another total stranger; his faith overcame his fear.  The injuries were too severe and little Cowboy was quietly put to sleep...in the hands of strangers; his dignity and awesome wonder were maintained,  and his faith and trust left me speechless in admiration.