At least there was a happy ending for her.
I had my own “happy ending” animal story today. I sometimes feed the squirrels in the local park, and a few months ago there was one with a badly injured hind leg that was hobbling around. He had a wound on the leg, it seemed to be broken, and he had licked all the fur off it from the knee down. Still managed to get in and out of trees on his three legs, but on the ground, he could barely sit with out wobbling.
I tried to go more frequently and look for him specifically to feed, since he obviously couldn’t forage much in his condition. After about a week though, I stopped seeing him and figured that he must have died.
Well, today I stopped by and was doing my usual routine when I spotted a scraggly, skinny, pathetic looking squirrel, missing most of the fur on his tail, hanging around the tree that the injured one used to live in. Sure enough, when I got closer I noticed he was limping on his hind leg, but could walk on it and get around. The little guy survived!
He’s skinny but getting around a lot better. I’m going to make some extra trips and hopefully I can get him fattened up before wintertime.
I’m glad that little fellow is getting better. Bless you for feeding him.
I used to feed a squirrel that lived in a tree in my mom’s backyard. When we went to visit her, that little thing would come bounding-—no exaggeration-—to meet us, and he would sit up on his hind legs and grab for the peanuts. I looked forward to seeing him.