Our dog, that little white mutt that stinks so tremendously that he has to sit in the trunk of the car because we cannot support his funk while driving, suddenly crossed the street at 6:45 this morning, just as a car passed by.
There was a 'thunk', and then
some yelping, and the dog was down. The owner of the car stopped, but it wasn’t his fault. The dog
should have been leashed. We carried him to the door (it happened right in
front of our building), but blood was pouring out of his mouth; He was rattling
and groaning and snorting, couldn’t get up, and he let everything run.
And so there we stood (we, as in 'hubbie, housekeeper, old aunt, daughter and I', for the entire family had gone down to see once it happened. The only one able to sleep soundly through this entire ordeal, was, of course, the teenager)
What to
do now? Vets don’t open until 9:00 AM. Hospitals won’t take animals. We carried him back up, laid him in his box,
and sort of stood by to see what would happen. We had little hope. It looked
like he was hemorrhaging. We all assumed that the rattle was a death rattle,
and we were sort of expecting this sudden hiving of his little chest, some last attempt to
breath, and then silence. The entire household, old aunt and housekeeper
included, was in tears.
The owner of the dog, my
daughter, was terribly distraught. “I’ve had that dog half of my life,” she
cried. And indeed, when you are ten, you can have a dog half your life.
Hubbie and I have each been through
numerous pets, and we know; a dog or a cat does not live forever. They die, you
get a new one, and life goes on. I once had a cat that got caught in the lawn
mower. He survived.
My daughter had to go to
school, I had to go to work, we could not bring him to the vet before 9 ,
and so hubbie got the job of ‘taking’ care of the dog. That was a bit of a
euphemism. How much ‘care’ did he need? He was about to die.
You could call me a ‘housewife with a
hobby’, except that I am not a housewife. I cannot even cook. Some people
quilt, others paint, I blog. Writing is therapeutic, and in my case, and it
helps me gather and organize my thoughts. But I digress.
Spike, the dog, in better days |
The dog?
Oh, well, he’s
tougher than we thought. He’s still alive.
I think that when he saw the old aunt shed tears over him (yes, even the aunt was crying, the aunt that hates all animals with a vengeance that equals Russian Road Rage), he got a sudden breath of life.
He’s still at the animal hospital, apparently with a broken pelvic bone, a broken rib, a punctured lung and a serious concussion. He's holding on, responding, but there's nothing they can do but wait. If he makes it through the coming 24 hours, he'll live.
If not, well, we'll deal with that when we get there.
I think that when he saw the old aunt shed tears over him (yes, even the aunt was crying, the aunt that hates all animals with a vengeance that equals Russian Road Rage), he got a sudden breath of life.
He’s still at the animal hospital, apparently with a broken pelvic bone, a broken rib, a punctured lung and a serious concussion. He's holding on, responding, but there's nothing they can do but wait. If he makes it through the coming 24 hours, he'll live.
If not, well, we'll deal with that when we get there.
11 comments:
Praying for the quick recovery of the dog.
Very sad to hear (and see!). I hope he makes it ok!
Good luck, hope he'll be fine!
He's still alive (It's some 24 hours later), so we're getting hopeful. Thanks
My prayers and hope goes along with you and your family during this time. Although we have a dog as well (Bichon too) I feel that Spike has been a part of our family due to your photos and great storytelling. Please keep some updates posted and let us know how he's doing.
Not to be a pest, but how's the little guy doing?
Spike's still clinging to life! He has no internal bleeding, but he's got broken bones all over the place. He's still at the vet, and will - if he makes it - be a rather cripple dog. But the first 24 hours seem to be the most dangerous, and he's made it past that. Will keep my fingers crossed.
Thanks for asking :) Much appreciated.
good luck with the dog, if he's left broken he will feel like the rest of the country (LOL)
Hoi Sietske, hoe is t met de hond Spike ? Tien moest huilen. jacob
What is wrong with you and your husband?!!! What kind of human beings stand around and let their helpless, bleeding, horribly injured pet suffer excruciating pain for 2 1/4 hours before they try to get it any medical attention? And who then takes photographs of the bleeding, in-shock pet while they wait around to see whether it dies? What kind of sick, heartless person are you? What you did was animal cruelty, pure and simple (as is putting the dog in the trunk of the car -- seriously, what is WRONG with you?) You should be completely ashamed of yourselves. I very much hope you don't have any children.
Your negligence (first the cat and now the dog) is criminal. Some people should not have pets and you are one of them. Please, for the love of all that is holy refrain from ever getting another pet.
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