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My dog is okay.
Sunday night I arrived home and I was getting my stuff to bring inside. My dog pulled his leash from my dad’s hand in an attempt to go run to another dog. A car was driving down the street and hit him. He yelped and ran across the street as I instantly dropped all my things and yelled “oh my god”.
I ran to him. He was panting heavily and his leash was tangled around him. I didn’t see how hard the car hit him but I think it was bad. The car stopped and the driver got out to see the dog, but I don’t remember what he said. It was somewhat of a blur at that moment. I rushed inside to put my things, and then ran back to my dog. My dad was yelling to hurry up. We put him in the back of the car and drove off to the nearest emergency 24 hour animal hospital, around 15 minutes away. The whole time we were in absolute shock. My dog was clearly in a poor state, both physically and mentally. He fell onto to the seat and tried to pick himself up, but couldn’t. I encouraged him to lay down, but now looking back on it, it’s apparent that he was trying to pick himself up in order to breathe. The drive was incredibly tense. I figured he was okay since he was alive and breathing, but my dad and I knew that he could have severe internal damage and we were so afraid. We got to the hospital and carried him to the emergency operating center. They took him and we went outside. They said they would do some x-rays and we waited around half an hour. My dad paced around outside crying. I just sat in nauseating dismay. The time I waited was without a doubt, one of the most terrifying moments of my life. But it didn’t compare to when we got the x-ray results back.
Besides a relatively minor injury with a fractured leg, he had a torn diaphragm and his organs had moved into the wrong cavity. This was a serious problem because he could barely breathe. The doctor explained that he was in shock and would be put on pain medication and inside an oxygen chamber until surgery would be performed the following morning. Seeing him breathing quickly and sharply in the chamber was devastating, but the doctor said that the surgery had a high chance of success and there was a good chance he would live. We left and drove home. I felt nothing but a cold, empty fear during the ride. Turns out I lost my key in the ordeal. We drive to my grandma’s house for her key, and the whole drive there and back, the thoughts of whether he would live or not raced through my mind. I very nearly lost sanity from the fear. I tried to stop thinking. I tried to stop imagining the possibilities, but they intruded in, and I suffered.
The memory of my dog getting hit, and him yelping, and him running with one of his legs broken, and him panting and trying to pick himself up but failing in the car broke my heart. It continued to haunt me several times throughout that night and the following day. It physically hurt.
Fortunately, we called and received calls from the hospital several times the next day. There was a period between the call that they started the operation and the call that it was finished in which I again remembered the previous night, and tried not to, but failed and considered the fact that he could very well die. I just wanted to slip from consciousness and not come back until I knew my dog was alright.
The operation was a success, and they ended up fixing his leg as well. I felt a relief beyond any I’ve ever experienced.
He is still currently in the hospital and according to the doctors, is doing very well.
That night and the following morning were truly one of the most horrific moments of my life, and the worst I’ve gone through in years. I only wish that something like this never happens again, for the health of my family and my already unsettled spirits. I wanted to share this to get out my thoughts. It still feels unreal. I just want to see my dog again alive and happy.
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