Willow is my special needs child. She was found by a hunter in the woods, he nearly shot her. He told the local shelter and they set a cage trap out and caught her. It was obvious she was not feral born, she was abandoned out there. It was also obvious, she was severely abused. She was in a constant state of fear, barely slept, paced constantly. The shelter adopted her out to a local elderly couple (stupid mistake on their part), she took off right away from them, leash still on. They were neighbors of mine and Willow took up residence in the wooded lot next door. She caught, killed, and ate wild rats to live. She also ate from trash cans and took the scraps people left for her around here. Nearly 4 months she lived next door. I spent every day, 1-6 hours a day, trying to coax her out. We tried the cage trap, but she now knew how it worked. Tranqs didn't work either. Finally the shelter brought over a snare trap used for coyotes. It worked, they caught her, took her back to the shelter. I called the elderly couple to find in that time span, her husband had died, and she was terribly ill. She asked me if I would try and find her a good home. So naturally after I spent so much time trying to catch her, we went down and adopted her. Its taken almost 5 years to get her to be close to normal and calm, with us anyways. We finally got her to a point that when company comes over, she feels safe enough to lay down in the other room till she hears a chair move or someone come in. But when its just us, no company, she is calm as could be. A fantastic face licker and she dive bombs me in bed when I don't pet her enough. She is my greatest success story