I spotted an animal at the side of the road. I immediately stopped to take a look...

As I navigated through the bustling morning traffic, I suddenly caught sight of a motionless figure lying haplessly on the shoulder off the road. My heart dropped as I realized it was an animal that had fallen victim to a hit-and-run. But as I drove by, the animal stirred, lifting its tiny head and capturing my attention.
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Without a second thought, I hit the brakes, made a U-turn, and raced back to the scene. As I approached, I was met with the sight of a tiny fox pup, its body battered and bruised.
My heart swelled with compassion, and I reached into my trunk for a blanket, carefully scooping up the injured animal and cradling it close to my chest. I named him Foxy and whispered soothing words of comfort, promising him that everything would be okay.
Desperate for help, I frantically searched for a vet, but each call brought me more despair. No one was willing to treat a wild animal. Just when all hope seemed lost, a kind veterinarian pointed me in the direction of a local wildlife rescue center.
I hit the gas pedal, tears streaming down my face, and drove like a madman to get Foxy the help he needed.
The wildlife center was a beacon of hope, and the compassionate staff took Foxy in and worked their magic.
Although his injuries were severe, they assured me that with time and care, Foxy would make a full recovery.
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He would never roam the wild again, but he would remain at the rescue center where children and visitors could meet him and learn about the beauty and wonder of our wild creatures.
Nancy B
Springfield, PA
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