I am unable to walk away from anything in distress. While walking in the forest with Bailey I noticed something very white in the path. I almost stepped on it. It turned out to be a beautiful white furry moth. It looked dead, but I didn't want to just leave it there to be smushed, so I picked it up and I was going to look at it and then place it off the path. Only when I picked it up, a couple of it's little legs twitched! We had some really bad wind and rain that day so I thought maybe it was cold or stunned from hitting something. So I put it in my hand and carried it and warmed it up. After 10 minutes or so, it woke up and started crawling around. So I found a nice bush and put it up out of harms way. I stopped by to check on him the next day and he was still alive and the next day he was gone. I hope he flew off to live a nice life. At least that is what I prefer to think.
