My husband and I were going on a meat run when we saw this older couple on the side of the road. I'm like what is laying there???!!!
There was this yellowish tan fluff ball. Oh gosh. It was a dog.
They said it just happened, I jumped out of the car. Apparently the person that hit him never stopped. Kept going. I ran to look. He was breathing, his gums werent white, but bleeding alot. Then there was another guy that was going by on a tractor. He stopped and jumped down and walked over.
I was like well, there has to be a vet somewhere! I mean I know shelters take in accident or animals every day and fix them. Well, I called a few no one would. I finally called another number that do that sort of stuff but we were out of their township, right in the cross roads of kinda no man's land. Nothing else was available.
The tractor said turn around and said might as well shoot him. I was like well you're not gonna shoot him, we'll bring him to the vet then. I took my sweatshirt (hubby and I put him on it and moved him off the road, I grabbed another jacket to cover him with) All I could do at this point was just pet him, (husband and other 3 were discussing where the closest vet was). The couple weren't from that town, and the guy told us to hold on. He left and came back within mins.
WE brought him into the vet, apparently he knew the owners. Thought he did. After we brought him in the vet came right away and looked at the poor guy. It was bad. He had 2 major cuts badly bleeding, possbily a head injury.
He took some banage scicciors and tried to get a reaction when he put pressure on his toes. (I was upset seeing this). There was none.
The owners were on their way when we got there.
I stroked the little guy with my husband, and I kiss his forehead.
It's all we could have really done, just some comfort that somehow he knew that he wasn't alone.
There was this yellowish tan fluff ball. Oh gosh. It was a dog.
They said it just happened, I jumped out of the car. Apparently the person that hit him never stopped. Kept going. I ran to look. He was breathing, his gums werent white, but bleeding alot. Then there was another guy that was going by on a tractor. He stopped and jumped down and walked over.
I was like well, there has to be a vet somewhere! I mean I know shelters take in accident or animals every day and fix them. Well, I called a few no one would. I finally called another number that do that sort of stuff but we were out of their township, right in the cross roads of kinda no man's land. Nothing else was available.
The tractor said turn around and said might as well shoot him. I was like well you're not gonna shoot him, we'll bring him to the vet then. I took my sweatshirt (hubby and I put him on it and moved him off the road, I grabbed another jacket to cover him with) All I could do at this point was just pet him, (husband and other 3 were discussing where the closest vet was). The couple weren't from that town, and the guy told us to hold on. He left and came back within mins.
WE brought him into the vet, apparently he knew the owners. Thought he did. After we brought him in the vet came right away and looked at the poor guy. It was bad. He had 2 major cuts badly bleeding, possbily a head injury.
He took some banage scicciors and tried to get a reaction when he put pressure on his toes. (I was upset seeing this). There was none.
The owners were on their way when we got there.
I stroked the little guy with my husband, and I kiss his forehead.
It's all we could have really done, just some comfort that somehow he knew that he wasn't alone.