It's not ironic, it's just unfortunate and coincidental.
For people who are dog lovers like me, you may not want to read this one.
PREFACE: As many of you may or may not know, my dog Toby (a beagle) was hit by a car and killed a few years ago...
That being said, you can imagine how it must have felt for me when on my way to work yesterday morning, a beagle ran out in front of my car while I was going 30 mph and there was no time to stop. I swerved but still felt the horrible BUMP.
I pulled over about thirty feet down the road and looked back. I saw the dog lying helplessly in the middle of the road, looking back at me with scared eyes. I ran back, but before I got there, another car drove past and nearly hit the dog again. It didn't stop, it just slowed down, eased around the dog and sped on again.
I got there and saw that it was a female beagle....I quickly pulled her to the side of the street so no one would hit her again and saw that there was a blood stain where she had been.
She had no name tag, not even a goddamn tag that said where she was from or what number to call...The only thing there was was a vet tag with an ID number.
So I called them, told them where I was and asked if someone could come pick the dog up. They said someone was on their way. All I could think about was how Toby had died in my sister's arms, shaking and bleeding. This dog was shaking and her eyes were slowly closing like she were going to sleep, and I tried everything to make sure she didn't close her eyes.
After 20 fucking minutes, petting the dog while she shook and moaned drooled blood onto the pavement, someone finally showed up.
It was a woman from the vet with a dog stretcher. I helped her put the dog on the stretcher in the back of the van.
I was 30 minutes late for work and depressed.
I'm not sure if I want to call back and ask if she is alive.
PREFACE: As many of you may or may not know, my dog Toby (a beagle) was hit by a car and killed a few years ago...
That being said, you can imagine how it must have felt for me when on my way to work yesterday morning, a beagle ran out in front of my car while I was going 30 mph and there was no time to stop. I swerved but still felt the horrible BUMP.
I pulled over about thirty feet down the road and looked back. I saw the dog lying helplessly in the middle of the road, looking back at me with scared eyes. I ran back, but before I got there, another car drove past and nearly hit the dog again. It didn't stop, it just slowed down, eased around the dog and sped on again.
I got there and saw that it was a female beagle....I quickly pulled her to the side of the street so no one would hit her again and saw that there was a blood stain where she had been.
She had no name tag, not even a goddamn tag that said where she was from or what number to call...The only thing there was was a vet tag with an ID number.
So I called them, told them where I was and asked if someone could come pick the dog up. They said someone was on their way. All I could think about was how Toby had died in my sister's arms, shaking and bleeding. This dog was shaking and her eyes were slowly closing like she were going to sleep, and I tried everything to make sure she didn't close her eyes.
After 20 fucking minutes, petting the dog while she shook and moaned drooled blood onto the pavement, someone finally showed up.
It was a woman from the vet with a dog stretcher. I helped her put the dog on the stretcher in the back of the van.
I was 30 minutes late for work and depressed.
I'm not sure if I want to call back and ask if she is alive.