To Leonard,
This is my favorite, maybe because it contains the essence of being a veterinarian.
I had worked on Leonard’s horses since they were eight years old. Now, as I approached the two geldings from across a field of West Texas clover, they were twenty-eight. Leonard was a crusty old codger who’d been a cowboy in Borden County for seventy-five years—it was all he’d ever known. His wife had died the previous September after they’d spent fifty-five years together, raising cattle and living off the land. Their ranch house they spent their lives in got water from a windmill and electricity from the sun and wind. Their lives were as fulfilling as any I’d ever seen.
I had worked on Leonard’s horses since they were eight years old. Now, as I approached the two geldings from across a field of West Texas clover, they were twenty-eight. Leonard was a crusty old codger who’d been a cowboy in Borden County for seventy-five years—it was all he’d ever known. His wife had died the previous September after they’d spent fifty-five years together, raising cattle and living off the land. Their ranch house they spent their lives in got water from a windmill and electricity from the sun and wind. Their lives were as fulfilling as any I’d ever seen.
This trip across the clover to catch the two old horses was bringing tears to my eyes. These geldings had spent their lives serving Leonard and his wife, and they both had worn out at the same time. It was time for them to be put to sleep. Leonard had stayed back at the barn. He had his arms draped over the top rail of a pipe fence and his hat pulled down over his eyes so we couldn’t see the tears streaming down his cheeks.
Dr. Emily Berryhill had come with me to the ranch. She was the intern at our clinic and hadn’t been around long enough to know the history of Leonard, so I filled her in as we ambled across the field to catch the horses. I looked over and saw tears in her eyes. Emily hadn’t seen this side of the gruff cowboys who come to our clinic—the side that cries when his favorite horse is at the end of its life. She was now experiencing it firsthand.
Leonard had arranged for a neighbor to dig a hole under the only tree visible for miles. The plot was the perfect place for these two old geldings to be buried—it was their favorite spot to spend the day. From it, they could see their barn and get back to it in a hurry, if need be. They could watch the cars pass on the county road in the distance. They could see the cliffs of the canyon to the west and watch the hawks ride the updrafts. These two critters loved to be in the shade of that tree, and that’s where Leonard wanted them buried.
It’s an awful job, killing a man’s best friend. All of the memories of rounding up cattle and the stories of how those horses had gotten Leonard out of tough spots filled my mind as we laid the second one to rest in that hole. My trip back across the clover field to say good-bye to Leonard was a long one. I dreaded seeing his wrinkled eyes filled with the memories of how much he loved his horses.
We came through the last gate and hung the halters on their hook in the barn. I patted Leonard on the back and told him it broke my heart for him to have to say good-bye to them but assured him that it had been the right thing to do.
He looked up from under his hat, and the emotion of twenty-eight years of friendship ending on that day poured down his weathered cheeks.
He looked up from under his hat, and the emotion of twenty-eight years of friendship ending on that day poured down his weathered cheeks.
“I’ll be to town in a couple of days, and I’ll get you paid, Doc,” he told me. “Thanks for coming out here and doing that.” “You owe me nothing, Leonard. I couldn’t live with myself if I charged a man to kill his best friend.”
“But you drove seventy-five miles to get here, Doc,” he said. “I gotta pay you som’in’.”
I paused and thought a bit. Experiences like this one are why I dreamed of being a veterinarian when I was a kid. I get to work with the salt of the earth, people who understand the bond between people and animals. It’s the essence of what veterinarians do, and it has nothing to do with state-of-the-art equipment or making money. I kept those horses happy and going for most of their lives, and I was a part of laying them to rest when their days were done.
Leonard appreciated that. He knew that taking care of critters from start to finish was simply what the local veterinarian did. “You’ve been paying me for twenty years, my friend,” I said. “This one is on me.”
“Crowded in the Middle of Nowhere” is the book. It is full of stories that will touch your emotions. Get one for Christmas and find some emotion. Amazon.com Crowded in the Middle of Nowhere by Dr. Bo Brock
This story breaks your heart. God bless people who love animals. Purest love there is.