The Veterinarian Last week I found a dying pigeon just beyond the factory loading dock. I took her to the vet, but it was too late. “It’s a disease birds get,” was all she could say. “It’s just something that happens. They can’t live forever.” I like lady vets. When old Mitzi got paralyzed, the other vet in town tried to make us hold her up with a towel around her belly for the rest of her life. We called up the lady vet behind the yellow house and she said, “That’s ridiculous.” She came right away with her black bag and a blanket and put the dog to sleep. I wonder if she saves them that fast. I wish she was my doctor. She told me that if there is an emergency, she'll be allowed to take care of people.