Wednesday, November 25, 2009
He Came Home
He came home today. I was so beside myself. He came home. About a month ago I heard gun shots and I haven't seen him since. I tried to be big about it. I understood when I first started caring for these deer, that hunters would be a necessary evil. But I didn't want it to be him. Not my good big boy. And it wasn't. He came home. Pixie brought him in. She does that. I stood out in my yard and I told him how happy I was to see him and how much he meant to me. He was hungry and thin, too much F and F, I suppose. But I looked straight into his eyes and told him how much he meant to me and how happy I was to see him. Guys, he looked tired and starved, but he came home.