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Yesterday as I was leaving the chiropractor’s office, I got into my car and while I am buckling up and starting the car, I noticed a little dog walking aimlessly right in the middle of the street, and cars and trucks driving around to avoid it. When Buddy went blind, he sometimes became disoriented and I quickly recognized <the behavior< of that little dog. I drove to where it was, parked the car, stopped the traffic and picked up the little dog. She was trembling and obviously very scared, and needless to say I was quite angry that no one would stop and that they would choose to just drive by.
With the dog in my arms, I comforted her and she finally stopped trembling. I stood there hoping someone would come out of their house or backyard and look for it but nothing. I rang a couple of doorbells and no one knew that dog. I put her on my laps and drove to the nearest vet office. They did not recognize her as a patient, we checked for microchip (nothing) and when they called Animal Protection, I asked what would happen to her. They said she would be taken to a shelter and either be adopted out or put down. By then, I am in tears, sitting on the floor with the little dog in my arms and I knew she would not be adopted out as she was obviously quite old and I decided that the decision to put her down should rest with her mommy/daddy and that I would find the owner.
After she stopped trembling again, I left and drove back to the street where I found her and I was determined to knock on every door until I found the owner of that dog. As I am about to park the car, I noticed that a young man was walking around sort of looking around and I asked him if he had lost something. He told me he lost their dog, I asked him to describe it and sure enough, he was the owner’s son. I drove him to the vet’s office, we picked up little Mandy, who it turns out is 18, blind and deaf, and I drove him back home.
Mom called me at night to thank me for what I had done. Apparently, little Mandy was put outside for a pee and the son went back inside to answer the phone and when he came back out, Mandy was gone. Mom told me that everyone is telling her to put her down but she feels that it is not yet her time, she is not in obvious pain, still has control of her bladder and bowel and mom is having a hard time letting go. Boy, did I relate.
I felt I had <paid it forward< as Cleo was attacked by another dog in a leash free park 10 years ago and managed to slip under a fence and run off and Ron was walking around the neighborhood looking for her. Cleo was spotted by a neighbor, walking in the middle of the street, completely lost. That neighbor did the same thing I did yesterday, stopped the traffic, picked up Cleo and brought her back home.
When I related the incident to my friend, her reaction was that Buddy sent me to save little Mandy and that he is looking down on me, smiling and proud of his mommy.
Just thought I’d share this
Louise
With the dog in my arms, I comforted her and she finally stopped trembling. I stood there hoping someone would come out of their house or backyard and look for it but nothing. I rang a couple of doorbells and no one knew that dog. I put her on my laps and drove to the nearest vet office. They did not recognize her as a patient, we checked for microchip (nothing) and when they called Animal Protection, I asked what would happen to her. They said she would be taken to a shelter and either be adopted out or put down. By then, I am in tears, sitting on the floor with the little dog in my arms and I knew she would not be adopted out as she was obviously quite old and I decided that the decision to put her down should rest with her mommy/daddy and that I would find the owner.
After she stopped trembling again, I left and drove back to the street where I found her and I was determined to knock on every door until I found the owner of that dog. As I am about to park the car, I noticed that a young man was walking around sort of looking around and I asked him if he had lost something. He told me he lost their dog, I asked him to describe it and sure enough, he was the owner’s son. I drove him to the vet’s office, we picked up little Mandy, who it turns out is 18, blind and deaf, and I drove him back home.
Mom called me at night to thank me for what I had done. Apparently, little Mandy was put outside for a pee and the son went back inside to answer the phone and when he came back out, Mandy was gone. Mom told me that everyone is telling her to put her down but she feels that it is not yet her time, she is not in obvious pain, still has control of her bladder and bowel and mom is having a hard time letting go. Boy, did I relate.
I felt I had <paid it forward< as Cleo was attacked by another dog in a leash free park 10 years ago and managed to slip under a fence and run off and Ron was walking around the neighborhood looking for her. Cleo was spotted by a neighbor, walking in the middle of the street, completely lost. That neighbor did the same thing I did yesterday, stopped the traffic, picked up Cleo and brought her back home.
When I related the incident to my friend, her reaction was that Buddy sent me to save little Mandy and that he is looking down on me, smiling and proud of his mommy.
Just thought I’d share this
Louise
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