01/08/2025
The Fourth of July is weeks behind us, but one loud bang on Saturday, July 25th at 5:30 p.m. was all it took. Startled by the noise, Dahlia bolted with pure instinct, pure panic and disappeared. The days that followed were filled with hope, dread, and relentless searching. On day three, a tip came in of a possible sighting. We scrambled to the location and launched the drone, but she was already gone. The next morning, another tip. We were in the air within 20 minutes, scanning every inch. Still nothing.
Then came a sighting that changed everything! Dahlia had crossed a flowing creek and entered an entirely new area. It was the confirmation we needed that she was still on the move, still surviving. Chad, one of Dahlia’s people, didn’t hesitate. The next day, he hiked deep into the woods near the new sighting spot. And there she was lying atop a small mound, exhausted, but alive. He called us immediately. We rushed in. But Dahlia, still in survival mode, was spooked again by a nearby trailer park and disappeared into the woods once more. We didn’t stop. We hiked in a trap and placed it close to where she had been seen. That night, we waited, watching the camera. At 3:30 a.m., she appeared. Cautious, hungry, curious. She ate a little. At 6:30 a.m., she came back and finished the rest. We knew the window was now or never.
At 7:30 a.m., we reset and armed the trap. Two hours later, Dahlia returned. And this time… click. We had her. Sarah and their son met Joe at the trap site. The moment was raw! It was relief, joy, emotion pouring out as Dahlia saw the faces she knew and loved. We slipped on the lead. Her tail began to wag. She kissed Sarah’s face. And just like that, the fear was gone.
Sarah walked her girl out of the woods and into the safety of the truck. Dahlia is now home, resting, decompressing, and surrounded by love!