Amazing Pet Stories
for the week of 2-18-2001
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FAWN RESCUE

We live is South Texas on a ranch. While riding the pastures my husband came across a scared and slightly hurt fawn lying in the middle of a pasture in the open. He saw that maybe a Bob Cat had grabbed him by his hind leg so he swooped him up on his horse and brought him home. We fed the fawn in the yard and gave him full access to leave if he chose. Our yard cats immediately became friends with the fawn. They slept and ate together. We named the fawn, "Token"; he played with all our yard animals.
Tutti our youngest female cat became his best friend, they took walks together out in the pasture daily and we thought it was strange how they communicated. Token would make small grunt noises and Tutti would reply with her slight meow. They both seemed happy with their friendship. As Token would nibble on various greens Tutti would scout out the brush for interesting movement or bugs. We took numerous videos of the pair and documented many play days of enjoyment.
As the call of nature matured Token he would discourage Tutti from following him, he would lash out at her with his front legs as to make her go back. I thought this was strange but knew it would probably come in time. Token started running with the other bucks more frequently until he just quit coming around. Poor Tutti wasn't accepted among Token any longer. Token had been fed very well his first year and he blossomed into a seven pointer, (Unheard of around these parts but true). He had the body of a two-year old deer with a seven-point rack sitting proudly on his head.
Tutti still runs to the water trough when the deer come in to water. She sits silently by waiting for Token to return. Tutti, now 3 yrs. will be having her first litter of kittens. I guess the call of nature finally got to her also.

Sandy's Remarcable Journey

I used to have a hamster named Sandy, a beautiful white and gold lady, who was the gentlest hamster I've ever met, ever. I always played with her, every day; I'd set up little mazes, just stroke her, or let her tunnel through the stack of blankets on my bed (under my watchful eye, of course). One day, I went over a friend's house until around 6, and the girl said something very hurtful to me. When I went home, I was pretty upset, and went to play with Sandy, but decided not to, because I was also very angry, and didn't want to seem angry with her. I went to take a nap, and, Sandy, who must have realized something was wrong, when I didn't play with her, an hour later, was asleep next to my head. The amazing thing is, her cage, at that time, was on a table in the basement because the basement's fixed nice, and my room is on the second floor, with a large flight of tall stairs (tall to her) and a cat in the house.

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The Disappearance of Harley

On May 11, 2000 at approximately 8:30 AM my 3 1/2 year old male silky terrier (Harley) and my 3-1/2 year old female silky terrier (Sassy-Fras) dug under the fence and got out of the yard. When my husband (David) arrived home at 3:45 PM that evening he discovered Sassy-Fras in the driveway and could not find Harley anywhere. David called me at work and advised me of the situation and I immediately left work to go home and look for him. My husband and I searched the entire neighborhood and could not find him.
That evening I went home and made up 100 flyers and posted them everywhere within a 3 mile radius of our house. The next morning I went looking for Harley before work and when I arrived home from work I went looking for him. I went around the neighborhood every single day for an entire month. I went to the Humane Society every other day for a month checking to see if he was there and nothing. After a month was up I started checking the humane society twice a week for the next 7 months. I advertised in the Thrifty Nickel for 8 months and the local Gazette Telegraph newspaper and nothing. I followed up on every lead, every single call I got and nothing.
My heart hurt so bad and my Sassy-Fras was deeply depressed so in September 2000 I bought another 3-1/2 year old male silky terrier by the name of Johnny to replace Harley, but deep in my heart I just couldn't give up looking for him so I continued to advertise and follow up on every lead. I just knew that my 6-1/2 LB Harley could not survive the winter outdoors in Colorado and someone had to have claimed him.
I made a wish for Christmas that my Harley is returned to me safe and sound. On January 21, 2001 a little dog was thrown out the window of a blue sedan driving down I-25. The car behind the blue sedan stopped and picked up the little dog and rushed him to the emergency veterinarian. The vet treated the little dog and turned him over to the Humane Society. The Humane society kept him overnight with an IV because they were not sure if he would live or not. He survived the night and the next day the Humane Society called me and said that they had a dog matching the description that I had placed at the Humane Society and would I come and look at him to see if he was mine.
I went down to the Humane Society immediately and looked at him, sure enough it was my Harley. I could tell it was my Harley from the eyes, he has very distinct eyes. Harley was so despondent (weighing in at 4 lbs) that he couldn't stand up so he didn't recognize me. The Humane Society was convinced that this was not my dog so they made me go home and get color photos of him. I went home got the color photos and my husband David and all the paperwork I had on Harley. We finally convinced the Humane Society that this was our dog, because he had a prior broken left from shoulder and the vet at the Humane Society confirmed this. We finally took Harley home after 3 hours of arguing with the Humane Society.
I pampered Harley overnight and took him to my own personal vet the next day. My vet took complete x-rays of Harley and gave him a thorough exam and found nothing seriously wrong with him. Harley was extremely week and had tissue trauma so they put him on prednisone for 10 days.
Harley is doing much better now; he is up to 5.6 lbs. He doesn't have the high spirit that he used to have, but he is finally home and I am ecstatic. I am slowly integrating Harley with the other dogs. I wanted to share my story with others because I know what its like to loose one of my babies. My husband had given up a long time ago about finding my Harley and I just couldn't. I knew in my heart I would look "forever" if that's what it took to find my Harley and luckily for me it only took 8 months.

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