Post by Gyllen Rift on Nov 17, 2005 3:29:04 GMT
I. The Phone Call
My parents are always telling me to make sure I lock our gate in front of our house when I leave for school in the mornings since they leave before I even start getting ready. I usually forget (well actually I lied, they dont tell me that anymore cuz our dogs never get out except for our little one who can slip through the wire) to make sure when I'm on my way. So just last year, I remember going to work with my dad and I think it was after school or something. We were just getting ready to leave his clinic (he has his own chiropractic practice) when the phone rang. My dad picked it up. As he talked on the phone, he sounded extremlyp concerned. Finally he put the phone down. "Sophie got hit by a car."
II. It gets worse...
I couldn't believe my ears. "Stay here" he commanded. "I'll be back in about 10 minutes, I've gotta go get the dog." With that he walked off. He drove home and what was supposed to be 10 minutes turned into a half an hour. Finally he returned and came inside and told me he had her in the truck cab. I ran out, opened up the door and saw my beautiful white lab spralled on the seat soaked in blood. I felt miserable. I had left the gate unlocked. I cried when I saw her. Her body had gone limp and she was all torn up. I couldnt stand it. I balled, stroking her body. I thought she would die. I ran back inside, it was unbearable to stay out there with her, but I soon returned to keep her company. I wanted to be close with her, incase the worst happened. Incase this would lead her to her death. And she wasn't very old at all.
III. Death or Life?
My dad ended up calling the vet. Luckily, there was one just up the street from his clinic that he knew of that was hardly 30 seconds away. We took my Sophie there and made an appointment for then and there. My dad had her on a blanket, all bundled up. She picked her up off the seat and took her inside, taking her to a room. There they had her walk a little. She was cut everywhere, from head to toe...or should I saw paw? I remember watching her limp around the click floor, watching one of her paws. Behind it had a huge deep gash that made it look like her paw was being distatched from her leg. It was horrible. My dad made an appointment for her to spend the night as they worked on her. And then we left.
IV. The waiting begins...
Would she make it? We went home and rested that night. The next day I called my dad many times to see if she would be alright. But he hadn't heard about her conditions yet, but he told me she would probably be alright.
Later that day, I called again, and he had talked to them. She was alright. They put her on some pain killers and she was getting over her injuries. We were able to have her back but she had to rest. I was so happy she was still alive! But I can't help but feel bad that she was almost lost because of my stupidity.
Now she's almost like brand new! It's a good thing that she didn't end up like our last puppy, Sunny. If ya wanna hear that story, I'll summerize it for ya.
We took her camping before she was supposed to leave the house cuz she was too young and her amune system was still weak. My dad took her fishing, she swallowed the hook and it was the day before mothers day. After we left the campground we took her to a vet, she stayed over night and had surgery. They got the hook out, put stiches on her and she was great. Later she got her stitches taken out and she started to get sick. She was dying. We finally had to put her to sleep. Something had gone wrong. And thats about it. Oh yeah, I woke up to my parents telling me. I cried my eyes out, I'm just lucky I didnt have to witness it. My dad held her in his arms when she was put down, etc.
This also reminds me of my rabbit and guinipig, but thats another story.
And trust me, I dont have bad luck with animals or anything, that was just those times. And the rabbit and guinipig was when I was younger and yeah...the rest of the animals I've had good luck with!! yay! Anyways, comment if you'd like!
Hope it wasn't too long for ya!
My parents are always telling me to make sure I lock our gate in front of our house when I leave for school in the mornings since they leave before I even start getting ready. I usually forget (well actually I lied, they dont tell me that anymore cuz our dogs never get out except for our little one who can slip through the wire) to make sure when I'm on my way. So just last year, I remember going to work with my dad and I think it was after school or something. We were just getting ready to leave his clinic (he has his own chiropractic practice) when the phone rang. My dad picked it up. As he talked on the phone, he sounded extremlyp concerned. Finally he put the phone down. "Sophie got hit by a car."
II. It gets worse...
I couldn't believe my ears. "Stay here" he commanded. "I'll be back in about 10 minutes, I've gotta go get the dog." With that he walked off. He drove home and what was supposed to be 10 minutes turned into a half an hour. Finally he returned and came inside and told me he had her in the truck cab. I ran out, opened up the door and saw my beautiful white lab spralled on the seat soaked in blood. I felt miserable. I had left the gate unlocked. I cried when I saw her. Her body had gone limp and she was all torn up. I couldnt stand it. I balled, stroking her body. I thought she would die. I ran back inside, it was unbearable to stay out there with her, but I soon returned to keep her company. I wanted to be close with her, incase the worst happened. Incase this would lead her to her death. And she wasn't very old at all.
III. Death or Life?
My dad ended up calling the vet. Luckily, there was one just up the street from his clinic that he knew of that was hardly 30 seconds away. We took my Sophie there and made an appointment for then and there. My dad had her on a blanket, all bundled up. She picked her up off the seat and took her inside, taking her to a room. There they had her walk a little. She was cut everywhere, from head to toe...or should I saw paw? I remember watching her limp around the click floor, watching one of her paws. Behind it had a huge deep gash that made it look like her paw was being distatched from her leg. It was horrible. My dad made an appointment for her to spend the night as they worked on her. And then we left.
IV. The waiting begins...
Would she make it? We went home and rested that night. The next day I called my dad many times to see if she would be alright. But he hadn't heard about her conditions yet, but he told me she would probably be alright.
Later that day, I called again, and he had talked to them. She was alright. They put her on some pain killers and she was getting over her injuries. We were able to have her back but she had to rest. I was so happy she was still alive! But I can't help but feel bad that she was almost lost because of my stupidity.
Now she's almost like brand new! It's a good thing that she didn't end up like our last puppy, Sunny. If ya wanna hear that story, I'll summerize it for ya.
We took her camping before she was supposed to leave the house cuz she was too young and her amune system was still weak. My dad took her fishing, she swallowed the hook and it was the day before mothers day. After we left the campground we took her to a vet, she stayed over night and had surgery. They got the hook out, put stiches on her and she was great. Later she got her stitches taken out and she started to get sick. She was dying. We finally had to put her to sleep. Something had gone wrong. And thats about it. Oh yeah, I woke up to my parents telling me. I cried my eyes out, I'm just lucky I didnt have to witness it. My dad held her in his arms when she was put down, etc.
This also reminds me of my rabbit and guinipig, but thats another story.
And trust me, I dont have bad luck with animals or anything, that was just those times. And the rabbit and guinipig was when I was younger and yeah...the rest of the animals I've had good luck with!! yay! Anyways, comment if you'd like!
Hope it wasn't too long for ya!
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