My dad hit a doe once and then when he got out to make sure it was dead and not suffering he looked over and saw a little fawn like that laying in the brush beside the road, scared and shaking. Dad just walked over and the fawn never moved and just let him pick her up and he brought her home to me to take care of. We bottle fed her and loved her and it was the most amazing experience of my life next to raising my own child. I have pictures of her somewhere...I'll have to find them.

Unfortunately, when she was about full grown, she got in an ant bed and had a bad allergic reaction. We took her to the vet and he gave her a penicillin shot that was too strong for her little body and she shut down and died one day while I was at school. I haven't cried that hard since then. It was like losing my own child.

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