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nebris~I'm a total emotional wreck. I went out earlier to get us some nasty burgers from The Box and across the street right outside the park entrance a saw a dog laying just off the road. I drove up upon its position, thinking it probably dead of a hit and run. But it lifted up its head and looked at me....
...and there was nothing I could do. I went and got our burgers. It was still laying there when I got back, so I'm pretty sure it's hurt.
I called Animal Control, but they're not going to be here until 'first thing in the morning'. I thought about going back out there, but to do what? Keep it company until daylight? I don't have the physical stamina for that. Just see if it's still alive and then abandon it once again?
If we had the money I'd take to the 24 hour vet hospital down in Lancaster and maybe have it put to sleep. Of course that makes the assumption that it wouldn't bite me for my trouble.
So what I get to do is sit here and think about it laying out there in pain and dying alone by the side of the road. I can't stop crying. I'm supposed to 'do things' today...
...and I'm wiped out now. When I feel like this I don't why I keep on wanting to live. Maybe the same reason that dog is laying there by the side of the road; life is painfully stubborn.
..I keep seeing it lift its head and look at me..
PS: As an afterthought I realized that the coyotes would probably finish it off if it was not dead by the time they found it. That calmed me in a weird way. I feel close to them.
...and there was nothing I could do. I went and got our burgers. It was still laying there when I got back, so I'm pretty sure it's hurt.
I called Animal Control, but they're not going to be here until 'first thing in the morning'. I thought about going back out there, but to do what? Keep it company until daylight? I don't have the physical stamina for that. Just see if it's still alive and then abandon it once again?
If we had the money I'd take to the 24 hour vet hospital down in Lancaster and maybe have it put to sleep. Of course that makes the assumption that it wouldn't bite me for my trouble.
So what I get to do is sit here and think about it laying out there in pain and dying alone by the side of the road. I can't stop crying. I'm supposed to 'do things' today...
...and I'm wiped out now. When I feel like this I don't why I keep on wanting to live. Maybe the same reason that dog is laying there by the side of the road; life is painfully stubborn.
..I keep seeing it lift its head and look at me..
PS: As an afterthought I realized that the coyotes would probably finish it off if it was not dead by the time they found it. That calmed me in a weird way. I feel close to them.
