Sandy lived on an Indian Reservation and had several brothers and sisters who were all starving. Sandy would come by my work every day and I would feed her. She was very shy and never would let me get close enough to touch her. One weekend I was off work and got a call from a co-worker and he told me somebody deliberately ran over Sandy with their car. I looked for Sandy for a couple of days and assumed she was dead. A week later I went over to Sandy's home and found her. She was still alive but in a lot of pain. I managed to catch her and bring her to the vet. Sandy's hip was dislocated and the doctor's at Salazar Vet took real good care of her and required surgery. In the end, I decided to adopt Sandy and she lives happy life with her 7 new brothers and sisters.