I was walking my sweet little dog in a public park when she was attacked by another dog. I won't get into specifics but she was badly hurt. I freaked out, started screaming, didn't know what to do. Then people gently started approaching to see if we were okay, and someone brought us some blankets and some water.

A car came speeding down the street. It was the husband of a lady who had been walking her own little dog near us (we had exchanged pleasantries a few blocks back). They bundled me and my dog into the car and sped to a nearby vet hospital. I was in too much shock to care that we had potentially been abducted by strangers. The lady came with me into the hospital, sat with me as I filled out the forms, and waited while they took my dog to surgery. Then she gently went to leave. I begged her to let me do something for her, but she only gave her first name, not a number or an address for me to send her the world's biggest box of chocolates.

The vets worked their magic on my dog and she lived. Then a few weeks later my mum was sitting with her at a cafe, with my dog still covered with a few bandages. A lady approached and recognised my dog, even remembers her name - it was our guardian angel! Lots of crying, cuddles, etc etc.

These people helped me on the worst day of my life and asked for absolutely nothing in return.