So yesterday evening I\’m out riding my bicycle along the main road.
Over on the other side I hear a dog yelp, look over and there\’s a dog either just been hit or thrown out of a car on the bank. Assume it\’s dead and carry on.
A couple of km\’s down the road I think about it a little more. Turn around and come back to look for it.
Yes, there it is, badly injured. I\’m dressed in shorts and nothing but, no phone, no money, nada. I assume it\’s going to die shortly and carry on on my way.
Today I realise that I actually do have that awkward thing, a conscience. Back I go, with the car this time: is that dog actually dead?
Nope, it\’s huddling in the ditch where I left it. I\’m a little hesitant about approaching injured dogs as the eight stitches in my left hand from the last time I did so are still visible, if healed.
A blanket from the car and off we go to the vets. They look at it and say it definitely wasn\’t hit, as there are no external injuries. We all assume it was thrown from a moving vehilce therefore: the vets do not seem surprised at this behaviour.
However, the internal injuries are severe: not to organs, but one leg broken in at least two places (compund breaks at least) and the pelvis gone as well, for the other leg is not working.
Repair work? €400 for the one leg at least and over that again for the pelvis, if it survives. For an 8 or so year old dog? Not going to happen, is it?
The injection is going on now, if it hasn\’t already happened: yes, I\’m way too much of a softie to be there. And yes, I\’ll be paying the €30 for the cremation, rather than taking the body to bury as the vet suggested.
No, there\’s no real point to this story: yes, a little sad at the end of the tale, but animals die as do we all.
I should of course have done these things last night, rather than leave an injured animal in the ditch: so why is there no longer a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach? Why do I feel as if there is a weight off my shoulders?