We went out to Roundrock yesterday. For me to go to the woods on the second day of deer season, it had to be a matter of life or death, and it wasn’t the former.
Max, the dog who didn’t know he was a dog, had been slowing down for the last year, and in the last few weeks, his condition worsened significantly. Before we took him to the vet on Saturday night to be put to sleep, he had not eaten or had any water for days, he could not stand, and his eyes were vacant and shrunken. We thought he just might not wake up one morning, but when he began evidently suffering, we thought we had to provide him some difficult mercy.
And so we went to Roundrock on the second day of deer season with an unpleasant but necessary task. Rain and thunderstorms were in the forecast, but we had no choice. We drove down through the pelting rain, grateful that we have a screaming red truck, and entered our woods honking our horn. The rain never stopped, though it lessened a bit, and so I got to digging. There is actual soil in the pine plantation, and because I knew the day was going to be miserable, I decided to dig there since I wouldn’t have to fight with all of the Ozark rocks. What I hadn’t reckoned on was that the soil was already saturated from a rainy summer. Once I was down about three inches, the hole filled with water. Soon I was digging mud that was underwater, not having a clear idea of how deep I was going or if the bottom of the hole was evenly excavated. Finally Libby told me the job was done. We placed Max, inside the nice box the vet had given us, in the hole and reversed the process. All the while the rain was coming down, we were cold and soaked, there was thunder to the south, and we heard rifle shots all around us.
Max is now resting among the pines. He always liked to go to Roundrock with us but we knew that the next time he did he wouldn’t be coming back.
He had a good life and will be missed.
- Canvasback, redhead, scaup, merganser and ringneck duck populations peak.