That's mine!

You were always compassionate, loving all animals to no end. Stray or multi-gen, snake or puppy, skunk or horse. Whenever you came across an animal in need of help you wasted no time and spared no expense.

Starving? You housed it until it was fighting again. Fatally injured? Not on your watch! No matter what you saved as many as you could.

You saved animals that were victims of abuse, left to die, or stuck to a chain of an abandoned house. You got popular doing this work too, meaning you could do this with better and more fit equipment by earning money.

But you never changed why you did this work. It was always for the animals. Always. Not once had you done it for the money.

You were so well known that you got flown everywhere taking care of animals you had never seen in person before, but you never failed. This work was in your blood, you knew what to do, even though you weren't always aware of that fact.

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You had returned from a visit to the UK to transfer a lost flutter back to Italy. It wasn't the most work you had ever done, so you weren't too exhausted.

Walking the dirt path home, you gasped at the sight of a little mole curled up and hurting, without a second thought you scooped it up and rushed home to figure out what had happened. It looked like a car hit it...

Sitting on your couch with it curled in your arms, it was either your gift or this mole was domesticated because it didn't mind being held, as most animals did. You got to work fixing it up, finding out it was a female along the way.

You had just made a nest for the little girl when a banging at your door caught your attention. You answered it quickly to see a man very roughed up like he'd been hit by a car...

"Where is she." The man demanded

"Sir? Are you okay?" You tried to ask but he shoved past you, inviting himself in and quickly finding the mole.

"Oh thank god..." He muttered quietly as he lifted the mole into a hug.