The following story happened in 2005. It is the wonderful tale of how an animal so loved his owner, he would not stop til he had saved her life. This is the story of The Colonel, our Siberian rescue, and how he saved my wife's life. It is the story of how he said thank you!
A couple of years ago, my wife and I were visiting family in Oklahoma. It was a cold evening when, at about 10:30 in the evening, we heard this "howling" on the front porch. We went out and saw this emaciated, cold, wet and injured animal. He was limping across our porch to the door.
No one recognized the animal. He was severely injured in his hind quarter and bleeding. We made him comfortable and warm, gave him some food, and stayed up with him for a while. The next day we took him to a vet for X-rays. He had buck shot in his hind leg. Some rancher decided a $0.15 bullet was worth his life. We spent several thousand dollars for multiple surgeries to get the lead out, and to stop the blood poisoning.
While recuperating in Oklahoma, he broke into the chicken coupe on two occasions and wiped out the chickens. We named him "The Colonel."