Roxy's Raccoon Rehabilitation Rescue Inc

04/11/2026

This is a video of our very first rehab Roxy. The rescue is named after her.

04/11/2026

Bodhi on the move! Checking everything out to see what he can get into!
(I am FWC permitted and I own Bodhi)

03/31/2026

Our precious Bertie came home yesterday. Oh how very much we miss our sweet baby girl. 🦝💜
Thank you Nathalie for everything. 💜

03/26/2026

Our final 20 orphaned raccoons in pre-release. They will be returned to the wild the end of April. We are going through a lot of food!

03/25/2026

Oh my gosh, this captures our life with Bertie perfectly. I am crying so hard. Thank you Judy for this! I will always treasure your words for my precious baby girl. 🦝💜

From Bertie to you and Robert

Mom and Dad,

It’s me—your Bertie.
I hope you can hear me in the quiet places,
in the soft rustle of blankets I used to claim,
in the little spaces beside you where I always belonged.

I remember everything.

I remember the first time you held me close,
how your hands became my whole world.
I remember the house that wasn’t just a house—
it was my kingdom,
full of soft beds, warm laps,
and love that never once asked me to be anything
other than exactly who I was.

I know I was wobbly.
I know I fell.

But oh, how I ran.

Do you remember?
Those moments outside—
the grass under my feet, the sun on my face—
I would take off so brave, so certain,
and even when I tumbled,
I felt like I had flown.

And there’s something else I need you to know—
something I never stopped feeling:

You fought for me.

When the world said my time should end,
you stood in the way of that ending.
You raised your voices, you held your ground,
you carried me through fear and uncertainty
and refused to let me go.

Because of you, I had more days.
More mornings curled in blankets,
more laughter, more sunshine,
more moments of being your girl.

That was love in its bravest form,
and I felt it every single day.

And Alley… sweet Alley,
my quiet companion, my soft place to land—
tell them I still curl up beside you in my dreams.
We had our own little world, didn’t we?
Blankets, whispers, and sleepy afternoons.

Mom, Dad…
thank you for my life.

Thank you for every gentle night,
every laugh, every worried glance that turned into a kiss,
every time you carried me when I couldn’t go on.

And thank you…
for letting me go.

I know how hard that was.
I felt your love even then—
it wrapped around me like my favorite blanket
and carried me somewhere new.

I am not wobbly here.

I run without falling.
I climb higher than the tallest trees,
I splash and swim and chase the wind itself.
My body is strong, my steps are sure,
and I am everything you always saw in me.

And I am home…
safe in the arms of Jesus,
whole, peaceful, and full of light.

Please don’t be afraid for me.

If you listen closely,
you might still hear me—
in the hush of evening,
in the spaces where love lingers long after goodbye.

I’m still your girl.
That never changed. It never will.

And one day,
when the time is right,
I’ll come running to you—
no stumbles, no falling—
just fast and certain and full of joy.

Until then,
rest your hearts in mine the way I rested in yours.

I’ll be waiting.

All my love, always,
Your Bertie 🦝💛

03/24/2026

So missing these moments with my Bertie 😢

03/23/2026

Bertie’s cat, Alley, will not stay out of Bertie’s blanket and bed. He misses his sister! He never got in her bed unless she was in it. They slept together. Now he is staying in her blanket.

03/23/2026

Thank you Sarah Solove for this precious video of Bertie’s life! 🦝💜

03/23/2026

Our precious Bertie crossed over the rainbow bridge this morning. We are going to miss her terribly. Raccoons do something to your heart that most animals don’t do. Life without her is going to be difficult.

Thank you to everyone who followed her and donated so much to her life. She was an amazing girl who loved humans so much. She would have been 2 on April
5th (her approx birthdate). We are literally devastated at our loss. 🦝💔

03/19/2026

My Precious Bertie 💜

02/14/2026

https://www.facebook.com/share/18Nfp7BM4Y/?mibextid=wwXIfr

Wildlife rehabbers have to have thick skin… especially when it comes to animals like raccoons.

Every action, every word, every decision gets judged. People who have never stayed up all night feeding an orphaned baby, never cleaned wounds caused by human traps, never held a trembling animal that trusted them anyway… somehow feel certain they know better.

We advocate for animals many people dismiss as “trash,” “pests,” or “nuisance.”
But raccoons aren’t trash.
They’re mothers.
They’re survivors.
They’re lives trying to exist in a world that keeps getting smaller for them.

Advocating for raccoons and other misunderstood wildlife can make people uncomfortable. Some take it personally. But compassion isn’t an attack on humans.

It’s a promise to animals who have no voice.

We are not anti-human.
We are not anti-anyone.
We are pro-life.
Pro-balance.
Pro-compassion.

We are the ones picking them up from roads.
We are the ones bottle-feeding at 3 AM.
We are the ones holding them when they’re scared, cold, and alone.

We see the cost of indifference. Every single day.

We don’t speak up because it’s easy.
We speak up because they can’t.

So yes, we grow thick skin.
Not because it doesn’t hurt…
But because they need someone who won’t give up on them.

We don’t choose which animals deserve compassion.

We choose compassion. Period.

And for every wildlife rehabber showing up for the “unwanted,” the misunderstood, and the forgotten… thank you.

The raccoons remember. 🤎🦝