10/19/16
Hey guys, welcome back. This is officially the worst week of my life. Today, everything was okay, I did have swimming but that’s not what I’m concerned with now. Before I continue and say anything further, I would like to say that everything is okay now. Everything is going to be just fine so don’t freak out. Also brace yourself for a long post.
Today, at about 7:00 this evening, my dog got hit by a car.
I wasn’t home, I had been at piano and then my mom and I went to get gas for the car. We were approaching the main road of the next town over from our house when my mom got a message from one of our neighbors. She asked me to read it and it said, “Is he okay? Your son? Your house? Your dog?? Your husband???”
I thought it might have been a wrong number but my mom wanted to call the house to make sure. We did and asked if everything was okay, my dad told us the dog got hit by a car.
He said that the dog got out of the house and onto the main road. We live in a very quiet neighborhood so the “main road” is never busy. My dad had parked his car on the street with the hazard lights on, the neighbor who texted my mom had her car in the street, my dad, the neighbor, and my brother were all standing there.
The dog ran across the street, my brother was sprinting towards him, and some woman didn’t stop. The dog got hit, fell, rolled over, yelped, got up and ran home. My brother collapsed on the ground screaming. My dad screamed at the woman and cursed her out before she insisted that it wasn’t her fault. My dad ran after the dog and found him in our driveway, tail between his legs.
When I heard all of this, I felt a pang in my chest that rang throughout my body, my throat burned, and I began to sweat. Then, after a moment, my limbs went numb and I dropped the phone. It’s the same feeling I got when my grandfather died, when I learned my first dog had cancer, every time I hear the screech of car brakes and the accident that follows.
All I could see in my mind was my dog getting hit and falling to the ground. Over and over and over. I don’t think I have ever been so aware of distances and street signs. Counting how many more there would be until we got home. When we finally pulled into our street, there were two policemen and their cars standing outside our house. I ran up the front lawn and into the house where I saw my dog waiting at the top of the stairs, just the way he always does. But his tail was still between his legs.
Even though he was walking fine and acting normal, we took him to the local emergency vet to make sure. The doctor was very nervous, stumbling over his words, speaking in a sad tone. He must have been new. Upon initial examination, the dog was fine. But they wanted to run x-rays and blood work to be sure.
That would take two hours so I went home with my mom and brother to get my homework, which I had not yet done. My brother didn’t want to come back to the vet so we called grandma. When we got back to the vet’s I did all my homework in the waiting room. Just as I finished, the doctor came to tell us that the last of the results were processing and would be done in two minutes.
Everything came back normal but I wasn’t relieved until my dog came out, wagging his tail and panting from excitement. He had been sedated so he was a bit drunk looking as he walked in the house. He managed to walk out of this with only a few scrapes here and there. He’ll be sore for a while but he is okay. He is actually sleeping at my feet as I write this.
Nothing has ever scared me as much as that.
See ya soon!!!
-Dani
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