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.