A Coyote’s Fight for Life: From Poison to Hope

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Maybe he knew the end was near. Maybe that was why the coyote chose the stillness of a graveyard to lay down, surrendering quietly to his fate. Alone and weakened, he had no strength left to resist.

But fate intervened in the form of Glen, a visitor who refused to walk away. Seeing the suffering animal, he made it his mission to find help. What followed was both heartbreaking and revealing.

When rescuers arrived, the coyote did not fight. He could not even run. His frailty spoke volumes. Blood tests were drawn to check clotting time—normally just two to five minutes. Hours passed. Days passed. The blood never clotted. The diagnosis was grim: poison.

“It was the worst case I’ve ever seen in a coyote,” one rescuer said.

And yet, against the odds, he responded to treatment. What seemed like certain death turned into a fragile chance at survival. The coyote is now in the care of Berkshire Wildlife Services, where he continues to receive intensive support.

While his rescue brings hope, it also highlights a troubling reality. Incidents like this are not isolated. The National Pest Management Association (NPMA) has openly listed “counteracting activist efforts” among its priorities, a stance that critics argue ignores the suffering caused by poisons used to control wildlife.

Rehabilitation groups have long spoken out against the indiscriminate harm of these products. Coyotes, foxes, raptors, and even domestic animals fall victim—not as “pests,” but as untargeted casualties.

“As long as they continue to kill untargeted wildlife with their products, we won’t stop,” rescuers vowed.

This coyote’s story is more than just a single act of survival. It is a call to action. A plea to recognize the suffering caused by poisons and the resilience of the creatures who endure them.

He didn’t deserve this. None of them do. By sharing his story, advocates hope to shed light on the hidden cost of pest control and to build a movement that protects, rather than destroys, the wildlife with whom we share our landscapes.