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The Hunt Magazine
Summer 2012

Growing up in Cahokia, Illinois, Don Coats’ back lot was the “go-to” spot for neighborhood kids. Beyond a menagerie of rabbits, chickens and homing pigeons it was home to a couple of madcap characters.  Billy, a white goat, would regularly leap up on the hood of the family sedan. Butchy turned into the community terror, so much so that the combative black crow had his wings clipped. Seems the sheriff threatened to shoot the bird for dive bombing and scaring the bejeezus out of the local kidsCoats1C.

Once a frontier town on the banks of the Mississippi River, Cahokia’s wilderness and solitude sparked Coats’ lifelong passion for animals and the natural world.
During his teenage years, he spent summers driving a battered truck at his Uncle Leo’s farm working with the cattle, pigs and registered Suffolk sheep. While showing their prized sheep at the annual county fair, Coats discovered the amazing utility of the Border collie, a breed he has owned most of his life.  

“When I was a boy my grandmother taught me early lessons of sewing and hand stitching that became the foundation of the small motor skills used in delicate, precise veterinary surgery,” remembers Dr. Coats, the beloved veterinarian who has practiced in Centreville for 43 years.
As a fresh-faced University of Illinois veterinary graduate in 1968, Coats and his wife Marti headed east so that he could take a position with Atlas Research Laboratory in Wilmington. In May of 1969 he joined Dr. Bill Butler’s Centreville veterinary practice that patched wounds and tended to the ailments of whiskery faced canines and furry felines.
“Bill was an imposing man, very dynamic, a look-you-in-the-eye type of fellow,” relates Dr. Coats, a wiry and spry 71 with a grey-peppered beard. “He had quite a following. I remember the vehicles of pet owners many times lined the shoulder of Kennett Pike as they took their pets to Bill for care.”

Wearing a stethoscope round his neck young Dr. Coats was full of dedication and enthusiasm as he put to use his ever-expanding skills to make people’s pets well. As the years rolled by, Coats developed his own loyal following. Today, he estimates there are upwards of 4,000 clients, and for dozens of clients he’s attending to their third or fourth dog.
His heart and manner are gentle, and courtesy is Dr. Coats’ hallmark. His world turned upside down when Dr. Steve Butler (Bill’s son) committed suicide in 2005.  
“Steve’s death was so emotionally devastating,” relates Dr. Coats, a good friend as well as a colleague of Butler. “I tried to purchase the practice twice, unsuccessfully. I’m grateful it didn’t work out. Life is wonderful now. As a practitioner I have more time to attend to medical and surgical skills rather than the business side. It’s a nice package with a talented staff and all the new technology.  Past the age of retirement, I feel truly privileged to continue my practice.”
Coats2CHe sees his work as akin to solving a puzzle.
“Since the animal can’t tell me what is going on I have to figure it out,” says Dr. Coats who starts his day checking on hospitalized animals and pulling lab results.
“Diagnosis is the most challenging and endlessly interesting part of my job. We analyze the symptoms, initially by touch and feel and by the nature of the animal’s gaze. Next we take x-rays and perform lab tests if needed.  The digital x-rays provide an instant, in-detail snapshot of our client’s ailment. It has greatly enhanced our medical staff’s ability to access the problem.”
Surgeries are scheduled for Wednesdays.  He views his skill almost as an art form. A recent patient was Bella, a bulldog who had a corkscrew tail that had grown deeply inward, creating infection.  
“It is common to that breed so the tail was carefully amputated and she now has a beautiful bottom,” Dr. Coats says with a wry smile.
Pulling a leather glove missing for three months out of a German Shepherd’s stomach and removing a lengthy wrapping ribbon from a Siamese cat are some of Dr. Coats’ stranger encounters. Earlier this year while examining a Persian cat he felt a mass the size of two lemons around the kidney and liver.  

“At first, I thought it was a tumor, but when I spoke with the owner I learned the cat played with fig leaves from a tree on their deck,” he says. “Turns out he had been eating them for some time.  He eventually passed the leaves.”
So what makes a great veterinarian?
“Insight, being smart enough to see the whole picture, and a true compassion and understanding of the pet and sensitivity for the client,” Coats replies.

No matter how many wonderful years a dog lives, the day he dies, your heart will break. Dr. Coats’ voice catches and his face clouds to grief at the thought of his Border collie Muddy, recently put down at age 13.  His faithful companion, Muddy possessed the singular talent of herding a pack of deer as if they were sheep, on occasion steering a runaway deer toward the tall glass windows of an irate neighbor’s sunroom.
“I have always advised adults to get a new and endearing pup in a month or so if it helps fill the gaping void the owner experiences,” he says. “Except when children are involved, then I suggest waiting for six months so they learn that life can’t be quickly replaced.”
Aware the clock is ticking, Dr. Coats has cut back his practice by a third.  It enables him to pursue his hobby as an avid beekeeper and teach a beekeeping class at the Ashland Nature Center. He also regularly travels to Big Bend National Park, named for the vast curve of the Rio Grande in remote southwest Texas.
“I love the hiking, taking photos, sleeping out on a trail at night,” Coats reflects. “It’s being alone with nature. Seeing Orion and all the constellations, it makes you feel like you’re a part of it all, connected to the universe.”   
Reminiscent of those boyhood days when he explored the natural world along the Cottonwood banks of the Mississippi.

Photos by Jim Graham


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