Wes named him Petey. A friend's dog brought him up to her doorstep on a Labor Day weekend, and she asked Wes if he wanted to try to raise him. After raising a baby deer a few years before, this was the next most wonderful experience of our lives. He would go inside your shirt and curl up and sleep. When he got bigger, we'd let him out of his cage when we got home, and he'd jump looooong distances to jump onto your shoulder.
But, all good things must come to an end - Petey did indeed turn out to be a boy, and mating time came around and Petey was determined to get out of his cage. So, reluctantly, we released him, but he stayed in our yard, brought up a Mrs. Petey and raised several litters over several years before he disappeared.
was barking at the back door once. when I went to see what was up she led me to a spot under an oak tree where three baby squirrels had fallen to the ground. Very cold that day so we brought them in and warmed and fed them with a tiny bottle. Took them to the flea market the next day & a young lady just hadda, hadda have them. She was going to raise them & bring them back for regular visits. Never saw them or her again.
Lady is a born lifeguard. She saved me and them other three squirrels before she was six months old.
My daughter adopted a semi-feral kitty a few years ago. Her older long-haired dachshund, Dixie, immediately became its surrogate mother (she had never littered to our knowledge). Dixie washed it, made sure it ate, and carried it around the house like a puppy. Then, one day, an older cat was added to the menagerie, and that was the end of that. The cats bonded and Dixie lost her baby. She was sad.