Spring at Michigan State: It was my senior year and within two months I would be a practicing veterinarian in Wisconsin. It was a Thursday afternoon and I was looking forward to a getaway weekend at a friend's farm in northern Michigan.
Before leaving for my long-awaited reprieve, I was called on to assist in the post-mortem examination of a horse that had died just two weeks after foaling. The referring veterinarian was suspicious of rabies, however, none of the clinical veterinarians or pathologists at the vet school were thinking along those same lines.
They chuckled that the referring ...