My wife is out of town. Took my 18 month old boy and my dog Paka to the river this morning. Some guy on a big loud stupid Harley drove by revving his
engine really loud for no reason. My dog hates this, and bolted off after the bike. He got hit by a car. I didn't see it, but I heard the thump. It
was one of the worst sounds I've ever heard in my life.
Knew right away what happened. Figured my dog was dead. Then I saw him running full speed across the park, with a huge chunk of meat missing from his
hindquarter. He stopped by the river and sat down. I had to run full speed with my kid in arms over to him, about a 500 yard dash. Saw the damage,
picked up 50 lbs dog in one arm and 25 lb kid in the other, full sprint back to the truck. Haven't done anything like that since Iraq.
Got to the vet, got x-rays. Amazingly no broken bones that they could see. But his bladder may have been burst, in which case he may die. Also his
heart is sitting too high in his chest, which could indicate pneumothorax, in which case he will have a heart attack and die. He needs a lot of
stitches, but they can't anesthetize him till tomorrow, or he could die.
He has to stay at the vet overnight. My wife isn't here, her phone isn't working, I have no friends, I have to put on a happy face and read Dr Suess
to my kid. Luckily he went down for a nap as soon as we got home from the vet, so I've had some time to cry alone in the garage.
I have absolutely no one to talk to about this right now, and no one to help me with my kid til my wife gets home, and I can't even reach her on the
phone. So this may well be my last tribute to my dog Paka. Except for my wife and kid, my dog is literally my only companion. I don't have a single
person to call or talk to right now. I just had to get this off my chest.
If he survives the next 48 hours, he should be OK. But the vet was very clear that he might not. I don't know what to do right now. I miss my dog. My
kid was just getting to the point where he was figuring out what the dog thing is all about. He's been helping me feed him, he would run up to him
calling his name and give him a huge hug and pat him. Now he might be gone and I don't know how to handle this.
I love you Paka.
edit on Fri Sep 19 2014 by DontTreadOnMe because: (no reason given)