When I was in school, I worked summers at an amusement park. I got word one day that they'd caught a snapping turtle in the "river" where the swan boats traveled and had plans to shoot him. They were worried about lawsuits if anyone was bitten. So I walked right over there to confront my boss, told him the turtle would be fine if he was just left alone. Fortunately, my boss liked me, so put the turtle in a box with holes in it and a string around it and said the turtle was now mine. 
I called my Dad, who's the reason I love animals, and he picked me up and we took the turtle to a small lake not far away and let him go. My Dad knew the exact right place, right near the local country club where he was a member, LOL, since he knew there was already a population of snapping turtles there.
We did that same thing numerous times that summer. My boss would hand me a turtle in a box, I'd call my Dad and we'd let the turtle go in the community of his fellows. 
I told that story at my father's funeral. People there knew my Dad as a businessman, active in community affairs, charities, politics, but I wanted to let them know that my Dad was an animal lover. That was the most important and precious thing to me... 
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