04/21/2026
‼️Story Time‼️
Today was awful, friends. My day went sideways at my very first house. What was supposed to be a one hour visit turned into a three and a half hour traumatizing ordeal, and then I forgot a daily client because of it. ☠️
So here’s the story...
I show up at the client’s house for farm sitting, completely unaware of the chaos that had already taken place that morning.
I’m walking the indoor dogs for their morning potty and notice they’re more alert, excited, maybe even a little on edge. I didn’t think too much of it, just became more aware of my surroundings. Then I look up and realize the gate to the pasture where the Great Pyrenees are is open. They’re gone.
I hear barking in the distance, so I put the Goldens up and jump in my car to drive around. I don’t even make it off the property before I spot them. They start barking at me. I call to them and Bruno comes running, so excited. But Charlie, the female, doesn’t come. She always comes to see me, so I panic a bit.
I thought she was injured. As I walk closer, she stands up and is very excited. I start recording because Lord knows what I’m about to find. And then I see it. A deer.
Charlie is protecting her!
This doe is on the other side of the fence in the pasture with the adolescent bull and the horse. I watched Charlie actively keep them away from her.
My theory is the deer was being chased by a predator and the pyrs chased it off. The way the gate was open makes sense if they were jumping on it and pushed it open. The deer likely hopped the fence into the lower pasture for safety. I think the bull may have charged her. He had a little blood on his head. He also seemed very curious, but I’m not sure if that was because I was there. He immediately started mooing at me like he was trying to tell me something was wrong. 🥹 I love him.
The horse, Dream, had a little blood on his nose too, probably from being curious.
The doe’s leg was broken and she had head trauma.
I made my first call around 9:45 that morning and stayed in the pasture with her for three hours, keeping the animals away from her.
When DNR finally arrived to “humanely” euthanize her, it was the biggest crock of 💩 I have ever seen.
He shot her twice. And then she was left to lie there, thrashing and suffering for at least five minutes in what I can only imagine was excruciating pain. He used a .22.
Then he tells me they don’t haul off or dispose of the animal.
I started crying and told him I don’t have anyone to help me. My husband is at the station. He says he will help me load her on the side by side, but I still have to handle disposal.
As we’re walking back so I can go get the side by side, Michael calls. I completely lose it. I’m sobbing while trying to explain everything.
Let me explain something. While I was out there waiting, I felt completely helpless. I cried. I prayed. I played worship music and prayed over that sweet doe. I asked the Lord to comfort her and take her pain. I was preparing myself to just do what I was told, because Brian showed no compassion and I felt like I was out of options.
Then Michael called.
That was God stepping in when I couldn’t even ask for help. You cannot tell me God isn’t real. You cannot tell me He doesn’t care for us or meet us exactly where we are, even when we don’t know what to ask for.
Michael was livid. He said you are not doing that. I’ll call you back and we will get it handled. All of the guys at the station started making calls to get me help. 😭🥰
And the moment Brian heard that, and I told him my husband was handling it, suddenly his tune changed. He offered to take her and dispose of her himself. 😭
But truly, that was the most traumatizing experience of my life. Especially as a pet sitter!! ALSO, THERE HAS TO BE A BETTER MORE ETHICAL WAY TO EUTHANIZE WILDLIFE!!!!
★ Video of me finding her before it hits me something is wrong will be in the comments.
