After a steady drive back, and calling in to see KateG near Nottingham, disaster. I was just past Gainsborough on the last leg home when a deer ran out in front of me. I had no time to brake and hit it full on. I stopped and walked back, hoping that I had killed it outright, but unfortunately it was still alive. It was big and brown and beautiful, not one of those small dog size ones. I felt terrible, the poor thing. A young lady who was driving behind me also stopped, we were both very sad.
I rang the police and requested a vet should come and put it out of it's misery. While we were waiting the deer attempted to get up but couldn't, it was heartbreaking. Then I had a phone call from someone from the Lincolnshire Deer Society, they are a voluntary group who come out to attend to any RTA's where a deer is involved. A man said they had someone in the area and they would come straight out. Then a police car arrived and parked behind our cars with his blue light flashing. He took my details, did a check on my car, and I was breathlised. He said we could go and he would attend to it. I said I would rather wait for the deer man to come, I needed to know the outcome.
The deer man came in a pickup truck and put a cover over it's head, he said he would despatch it. I asked how he was going to do it, naively thinking he would give it a lethal injection and I could witness it and say goodbye. At least I would have closure and know the poor animal wouldn't suffer any longer. He said he would shoot it and took a rifle out of his truck. At this point I left, I couldn't bear to see or hear that.
Tomorrow I will take my car to my garage man, so he can assess the damage. I'm off too bed, not feeling very happy tonight. My cats were pleased to see me, I gave them an extra hug.
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