She walked into my life late last summer. I was looking out the living room window, when a doe came to drink at the bird bath. Not an unusual occurrence at our house, but she was limping badly, hunching her back and jumping forward. Her right front leg flopped uselessly as she moved. There was no outward sign of injury. It had obviously healed, leaving a permanent impairment at the shoulder to the extent she seemed to have no control of the limb. It made me hurt to watch her and as much as I wanted to help, I knew there was nothing I could do and she had to make it on her own.