It is good that veterinarians’ wives love animals. … But sometimes this love of animals can be carried too far. Debby, for example, has a special affinity for injured animals lying along the highway.
Shortly after we were married, she gasped as we were driving one day and said, “Did you see that?”
“What?”
“That black dog lying by the shoulder. It was run over!”
“Was it alive?”
“I don’t know. I think so. It looked like it was breathing. Let’s go back.”
I turned the car around.
“It looked like a Labrador retriever.”
We drove back only to find a discarded black inner tube.
“I don’t think I can save it,” I said.
Over the years, I have turned back to aid a score or more inner tubes. Most were damaged beyond help. Wild animals hit by automobiles are also the object of Debby’s compassion. A typical scene goes like this:
“Oh, no!” Debby exclaims.
“What did you see?” I ask.
“A coyote, poor thing, hit on the highway!”
“Yes, I saw it.”
“Do you think it was still alive?”
“No, it was dead.”
“How can you be sure?”
“It was flat and red.”
“But how do you know it was dead?”
“If it were alive it would have snapped at the buzzards. Didn’t you see six or seven buzzards all around the top of the coyote?”
“Yes!” Then, after a long pause, “I think one of the buzzards had a broken wing.”
I read this after reading the James Herriot books. It was really good as well. Don't remember too much about it except he worked on more exotic animals, and that a chimp can pull your arm right off through a cage. Plus, chimps are mean. I honestly haven't cared for chimps since I read this book. So that's something that I have taken with me. Fifteen years later, I thank the author for the heads-up on mean chimps! I'll keep my distance.