The Deer

I was up early yesterday – 5 a.m. because we were leaving at 6.30 to hike in Strathcona. As usual, Abby and I walked to the bottom of the long driveway to pick up the papers. Abby noticed it first. Why was she pulling on the leash? The sound caught my attention – a rustle in the grass. And there it was – a small deer struggling to hide itself. It was clear at a glance that it had been struck by a car, its back legs broken.

I pulled Abby away and hurried back to the house, my mind churning, aching for the poor animal. Once inside I called 911.

Fifteen minutes later I saw the lights of a patrol car at the foot of the driveway and then – two shotgun blasts.

That’s when I started to cry. I couldn’t cry over my brother. But an innocent, gentle, hurting animal brought tears. And of course that opened the floodgates for Freddy too.

There are times when I am overwhelmed by the soft and sorrowful ache on the face of creation.

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1 Response to The Deer

  1. Annette says:

    Crying with you. Not the response I’d want from 911. And the deer was a gift. You’ve released Freddy.

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