Sad, screwed up event

On Friday I took a half day and stopped to get gas at the station near my house. It was there that something happened that really shook me up. This gets pretty graphic, so I'm going to put the story below the line, but here's the quick jist: I saw a little dog get killed, right in front of me.

I was filling my tank and kept hearing this "Keep going, just a little more"...it looked like some people were pushing a car into the station. What I found out later was that a little dog had been hit and was lying under the car, apparently with a broken leg. They couldn't reach it, so they were slowly pushing the car to not stress him out.

But when they got the car far enough to be able to reach him, he jumped up and began running towards me on his three good legs. At this point I had no idea he was injured, but I know better than to chase a running dog like that, especially near traffic. I tried to "block" him, push him back towards his shouting owner. He skirted around me, and into traffic. He hit the car as much as it hit him. He bounced off the bumper, over the car, and into the next lane, were a car going the other direction ran him over again. This all happened about 10 feet from where I was standing, screaming "NO NO NO!"

The cars kept coming. Some avoided him, but not all. The owner ran out into the street. I was crying "He's gone. He's gone", but the owner shouted to her husband "Bring the crate, he's still breathing!". Every inch of healer within me wanted to go over there and finish it. He was in so much pain, there was red light in the air, it was AWFUL.

I had to escape, and went several blocks out of my way to get home to avoid the area. I could hardly drive, I was shaking so much. When I called Kris, I broke down. I don't know what happened to that little guy, but I hope he's gone on; I can't see how he could survive!

I got home and cuddled my pups for a long time, but I had to take Kitteh to the vet, and, well, I worry about her too.

This morning was the first time I had to go over that stretch of road again. I was tense as it grew close, then I saw something that really messed me up: there were two small dogs in the middle of the far lane, picking at some food that had been dropped in the street. Both wore collars, and traffic was coming. "NOT AGAIN!", I shouted. I honked at them and hoped...I did not see them get hit, but it seems inevitable.

Oh, I don't know if I can go that way at all anymore. It is a more depressed part of the area I live in, and people don't pay much attention to their pets or their kids. It's a very high traffic area too. This was really hard for me, and I hope I don't have to see anything like it again soon.

Posted by foxydot at November 12, 2007 2:02 PM