Cory showed up outside of my apartment in the middle of a snowstorm, on quite possibly one of the worst days of my life. I had no water, had just found out dad had passed away, our entire family was separated, and he was sent to save me. Over the next week he kept checking on me to bring me water, food, and whatever else I needed. I asked him to come over for dinner so I could thank him, but he thought I was trying to get him to take Pooch. Pooch and I had been struggling in a downtown loft for a few days after I got him from Springhill. Cory, this entire time, was at his house, also with no water, electricity, or heat. He showed up from the first minute I met him and has continued to show up every second of every day. He wasn't looking for a girl or a dog, in his words, but he got both. He later said he was going to take Pooch, even though I had no plans of giving Pooch up. Since then we've laughed, played, travelled, cried, and he has done absolutely everything in his power to be the man for the rest of my life. We may not be normal, but we are in love. And happy. People search for this connection their entire lives, and we are so grateful we found ours. We cannot wait for the world to see us be together.