I thought Daisy the dog was pushing me away—she was afraid to lose precious seconds. The flames had already engulfed the house in Pasadena. We had just rushed inside when something grabbed my arm. Through the smoke I saw her—Daisy, a black-and-white border collie. She clamped her teeth on my sleeve and pulled hard. She wouldn’t stop until I followed her to the back door, toward the garage. There, in the haze, I found a golden retriever named Rocky. His paws were wrapped in bandages, he couldn’t walk, trembling from fear and heat. Daisy barked until we lifted Rocky and carried him outside. The owners arrived moments later, tears streaming as they hugged their pets. Then we heard their story: Rocky had no chance of escaping alone. He had injured his paws a week earlier protecting Daisy from coyotes. They told us the two had always been inseparable. Take a moment to remember how animals save each other—and us.