Last night E and I were sitting lazily after dinner, trying
to figure out what shows to watch on a brisk Fall evening when a facebook group
we’re in notified us a dog had been hit on our block and someone was staying
with it while rescue came.
Being lovers of small, furry four-leggers, we bundled up,
grabbed flashlights and headed down the street. We were met with a grizzly and
heartbreaking sight. There was indeed a man tending to a super cute and
terribly injured dog. It was white with curly hair and looked like a Poodle or
a Maltese——and it was running around in circles due to a brain injury. The
person who hit the poor thing never even slowed down, a neighbor reported.
I ran home to grab blankets while E stayed with the injured
dog. When I returned with fresh, clean warmies, I found she had relieved said
man of watchdog duty, pardon the pun, and was sitting alone with a shivering
but no longer spinning cutie. She’d covered it up and it was lying by a fence,
obviously aware but very damaged.
Long story short, we waited with it until the guy came to
take it away, and that’s when we found out it was a girl. I lifted her up and
into the truck and she had no objections whatsoever, thankfully. When we set
her down she began to spin again, back arched unnaturally. The driver said that
he was going to put it to sleep sooner rather than later, that it wouldn’t
recover from its injuries.
We walked home with heavy hearts, but also with a sort of
good feeling, a sense that we’d done the right thing. The man who was watching
her first had left us his business card so we could update him afterward. We
called and told him the outcome and then gave our own little doggy lots of
loves.
Remember, folks, no matter how bad your day/week/month/year/life
is going, you aren’t spinning around in circles because of awful and
irreversible brain damage. Get out there and make someone smile, give your pets
a hug, hop on facebook and let someone know that you think about 'em.
1 comment:
Not bad, my man. Not bad :)
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