| Twenty
years ago Buffy came into my life. A research facility that had been studying him
returned him to the game farm where he had been born.
I knew little
about Buffy's past except that he could not go to a zoo or be
freed to the wild because his claws had been removed (I don't
know why).
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And I knew he'd probably be treated as a useless
animal—and therefore killed—if left on the farm.
So I agreed to take the
20-pound, 16-week-old cub to my Montana home.
Before picking up my new
baby, I read dozens of books on bears and got the state and
federal licenses required to keep the animal. I spent $25,000
to build a sturdy chain-link pen around two sides of my house.
I made Buffy a spring-fed pond, a playground and a den
and gave him plenty of running room.
Finally, I was ready for
anything—or so I thought!
back
to Buffy's corner
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