Arrival Story: Pumpkin Holly came to us one day last year. My brother gave her some attention and she kept coming back. After hours of convincing, our mom let us keep her. After grooming her, we relized a wound on the side of her stomache. It looked like a bullet had grazed her skin. So we figured she had belonged to a hunter and had been brought out on her first hunt and got lost. Since we're not far from a forest that attracts a lot of hunters. We cleaned the wound and put up posters. After a week, no one claimed her. We had took her to the vet and they said she was okay. But about two weeks after that, she started getting sick and came up with parvo. Pumkin Holly died not long after. But she died in a home where everyone loved her. So, I think it was fate that brought her here. That's my theory.
We were undecided on whether to name her Pumpkin or Holly while she was with us, so after she passed, we settled on Pumpkin Holly.