Chapter 31
Tom put down the phone. ‘Why is it,’ said Tom, his voice raised in frustration, ‘that the minute a vet touches an animal, he’s held personally responsible for every bad thing that happens to it from that moment on? That was Ray Sharp. Yesterday I treated a cow of his that’d been sick for two weeks. Two bloody weeks. I almost told him to ring his neighbour instead, the one that had been doling out free but completely useless advice ever since the cow went down. I get there and can see straight off that she’s going to die. They’ve pulled her dead calf using a bloody tractor and then left her all this time with a torn uterus.’
Clare put the kettle on. She hated hearing these stories. The life and death of a production animal could indeed be a brutal one. But she knew how much it
