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I had a 9 a.m. meeting yesterday and had found a parking spot just in time. As I walked the two blocks I heard "crying", I recognized it immediately as a dog in crisis. I turned to the sound and saw a car stopped...and a black and white dog on the street obviously hit and injured by the vehicle that had stopped. There were construction workers shaking their heads, I thought for a moment to go to the dog, I was 1/2 a block away from the accident and a block away from my meeting.
I was about to run to the dog and stopped...I knew that if I went there I'd be a wreck, I don't know the area, don't know where the vets are, and don't know the condition of the dog. What could I have done to help it? The construction workers appeared concerned, I knew in my heart they would not just leave the dog to suffer or die.... The driver stopped and pulled over...does that mean she's going to do something for the poor animal? IMO the dog needed to be wrapped carefullly in a blanket and transported as quickly as possible to medical care.
Two and a half hours later I left the meeting,the street was clear.
I prayed for that dog and I'm still praying for that dog. I am fighting my own guilt for not going to that dog, knocked on doors begging for blankets to wrap it up and make sure it got care. I will never, ever walk away again, the not knowing is killing me and the fact that I probably could've done something makes it even worse. I didn't stop because of my job....but upon reflection, in my heart I believe I made a wrong choice.
Thanks for listening.
I was about to run to the dog and stopped...I knew that if I went there I'd be a wreck, I don't know the area, don't know where the vets are, and don't know the condition of the dog. What could I have done to help it? The construction workers appeared concerned, I knew in my heart they would not just leave the dog to suffer or die.... The driver stopped and pulled over...does that mean she's going to do something for the poor animal? IMO the dog needed to be wrapped carefullly in a blanket and transported as quickly as possible to medical care.
Two and a half hours later I left the meeting,the street was clear.
I prayed for that dog and I'm still praying for that dog. I am fighting my own guilt for not going to that dog, knocked on doors begging for blankets to wrap it up and make sure it got care. I will never, ever walk away again, the not knowing is killing me and the fact that I probably could've done something makes it even worse. I didn't stop because of my job....but upon reflection, in my heart I believe I made a wrong choice.
Thanks for listening.