SOS

OMG. I just went through such a horrible ordeal. I'm horribly shaken up and I can't escape the panic of what just happened. Adam and I come home to this porr horrible looking feeble dog in the middle of the road, seemingly unable to get up or move. Our car idled, as we sat there in utter shock before we could process anything. THe dog doesn't move. Keep in mind, it's pitch black outside, across the street from my house is a looming forest. Finally I spring we spring into action. Adam gets police department # (the only thing we can think of at the moment) while I tentatively approach the dog. He's got a collar and a tag. He stands there completely unresponsive. He's standing, he isn't dead, obviously. We assume he's been hit by a car and react thus. We call the 2 numbers on the tags, I realize I know the people and call my mom, dad, and sister to get their home numbers. No answers from them. We call the police department which gives us the number of an emergency vet. Which gives us the number to a 24 hr emergency vet. Which gives us the number to animal services. They say they'll send someone within 20 - 30 mins. You can see understand the frantic panic that has set into motion. Calling every which way while this horribly, and I really do mean horribly, hurt, weak, and pathetic creature falls against me, holding it's weight against me simply to stand.

We bring him inside, give him food and water, while Tsunami paces inside barking and panicking as well. Falling all over himself and the water bowl, his legs shaking, the dog eats like its starved.

After a half hour of calls, the owners come to my house. They explain their dog hasn't been hit by a car like we thought, he's simply an old, old dog, dying. He's blind and deaf, he doesn't eat much and that's why he's so thin. He's in the throes of death, which is why he can barely walk THe owner is nonchalant. He coaxes him home slowly and surely. Leaving us stricken and dejected.

We make the calls to animal services, the dog has been picked up. And go inside to cope. I feel horrible. We've had a long night beyond the dog: what with forgotten keys, locked cars, pick ups and drop offs, emotional conversations.

My heart is in the bottom of my stomach, rotting away in stress.