Four years ago a sheepdog was found by a volunteer wandering a highway in the pouring rain. She overcame her poor health and was adopted by Judy and Larry. Since then she's lived a life being loved and cared for. From Judy:

We call her Cass. With her increasing dim vision and deafness, Larry outlined paths in our woods so she learned to walk around the property and gave her some measure of independence. Leash walks up and down hills were no longer possible. We treated her for her arthritis and urinary incontinence, but, as with my other sheepies, her back legs gave out. Keeping up her weight became a problem, despite special food. I think senile dementia set in. She was up half the night, and slept most of the day. We installed a trail of night lights, so she could find her way to the kitchen for food and water. Yesterday, she got lost in the dining room. Our senior cat, who organizes, led me to her scrunched beside the china cabinet in the corner. After so many years of safety, Cass still holes up in small places. We knew that it was time for her last trip to the vet; one of the hairy orphans is off to the Rainbow.