AITA FOR LETTING ONE ANIMAL GET ATTACKED TO SAVE ANOTHER—EVEN THOUGH I COULD ONLY CHOOSE ONE?

I work in wildlife rescue—mostly remote tracking and observation. It’s not glamorous, but I love it. One stormy day, while monitoring a doe and her fawn, I watched in horror as rising floodwaters trapped them. Then I saw a crocodile approaching. With only seconds to act and one rope, I made an instinctive choice: I saved the fawn.

The doe didn’t make it.

My team praised me, but not everyone agreed. “We’re not supposed to interfere,” one coworker said. Still, our lead biologist reminded me: “You saved the next generation.”

Days later, I found the fawn—now alone—back at the river. She approached me, nudging my hand gently. We brought her to a sanctuary and named her Willow. I visited often, watching her grow stronger. But the guilt lingered.

Then one day, something unexpected happened. A young buck joined Willow. Not long after, a wounded crocodile—yes, possibly that one—was found in her enclosure. It was too injured to pose a threat, so we let it stay. The unlikely trio found peace together.

Eventually, Willow and the buck were released into the wild. The crocodile recovered and returned to the river.

I still think about the doe. But in saving Willow, her legacy lives on. That moment taught me that sometimes, breaking the rules for compassion creates ripples we can’t predict—but ones that matter deeply.

So… did I make the right call? Maybe not by the book. But I believe I did what was human. And sometimes, that’s enough.

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