Proof The Bible Is True

Ten dogs were brought into our clinic that day. All with the same owners, all in bad shape: malnourished, severely underweight, mangy and flea-ridden.

 

The worst of the lot was a black German shepherd named Maggie. She was rail thin. Every bone in her body showed. She was covered with open sores from her mange. I cradled her head in my hands and sighed, having seen cases like this far too often in my 15 years as a veterinarian.

 

Overpopulation is the leading cause of death among pets. Millions of dogs and cats are put down every year because no one wants them. That’s why I dedicate a big part of my practice to spaying and neutering. We’ve done more than 23,000 operations over the past six years, a lot for our small staff.

 

The clinic runs on a shoestring budget. I believed it was my duty to give discounts to people who couldn’t otherwise afford to get their pets fixed. More than once I prayed we wouldn’t have to close down. Who would take care of the animals if we didn’t?

 

“You can pick them up later on today,” I told the couple who’d brought the dogs in. I hated sending animals back to such poor living conditions, but I had no choice. At least after the procedure, they wouldn’t be able to have unwanted puppies.

 

We cleaned the dogs up and prepped them for surgery. Everything went smoothly, and most of the dogs recovered well. All but Maggie. She was extremely sluggish. An exam confirmed that she was bleeding into her abdomen.

 

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