I left for work at my usual time on a regular Monday morning, but this time when I left I noticed a fox sitting by the rose bushes on the far right of my yard.

Not afraid I made my way to my car and left. When I got home, it wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

Tuesday morning I had forgotten about the incident, that when I opened my door to leave with my coffee in hand and saw the fox in the same spot, I jumped a little.

Frowning as I locked my door I walked slower to my car, watching the fox stand and look back at me. It’s coat was gorgeous, it looked like it would be incredibly soft.

I chucked to myself thinking of petting a fox. Ha! A wild animal. Yeah right.

Again I left for the day and thought maybe the den was nearby and that’s why it happened to be around my house.

Wednesday morning I left expecting the fox but also expecting it to have gotten bored. Instead when I opened my door to leave, the fox was not by the bushes. But by my car.

I hesitated but made my way over to the fox.

As I got closer I stared at it’s pretty colour and again wondered about touching it. As I get closer and closer the fox didn’t move. It didn’t seem afraid of me at all.

This made me feel bold. I set my coffee on the hood of my car making both of my hands free. My purse was across my chest so I lifted over my head and placed it on my car with my coffee.

I outstretched one hand in greeting, murmuring to the fox “hello” “I’m a friend, my name is Annie, who are you cutie?”

As I got closer the fox leaned towards my hand, sniffing it. It leaned its head toward my hand and let me pet them.

Fur was just as soft as I imagined. I let my fingers go deep into their fur, feeling it get softer as I got deeper in their coat. Eventually I was on the ground petting this fox like it was my dog.

I tapped it on its nose before saying goodbye, and that I hoped to see it again tomorrow.

That night I bought some treats to give the next morning. It was always there. Eventually she brought her pups with her, who were the cutest things.

I will always remember my wild fox, sharing her life with mine until she was no longer around. But her kits, now grown, always stop to visit and get a little snack.