We found him in Rolla, Missouri in a small creek (Beaver Creek actually). As I walked down a small gravel road I happened to look down a gulley and there was this little fur ball with floppy ears, scared, hungry, covered with thousands of ticks, and shaking like a leaf. He looked like he had tangled with a bobcat! I don't guess he would have lasted much longer as he was way too young to take care of himself. That poor little sad face did a number on my macho biker image!  =] 

Beaver crossed the Rianbow Bridge October 11th of 2006. Kidney and liver failure came on quick but couldn't put a dent in his ability to be affectionate. A true friend to the very end. May Wakan Tanka re-unite him with Angus and they can once again romp and explore as they had done so often in their youth. You will be missed my little brother. I carry you in my heart forever.