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st. francis, hear my prayer.
Mar. 4th, 2008 10:03 amit's my last day at this job. allow me to take a moment and appreciate the stadium full of cheering people in my head.....
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ah.
tomorrow begins a new adventure.
but there was a sad omen...little pointed ears of need and death....
walking along olympic (a big street) to the bus this morning, i saw a white, fox-like dog laying on its side on the sidewalk in a commercial area (no houses). at first i thought it was dead. then i wished it was.
he was lying there, shaking and moaning, and the concrete around him was stained with blood and mucus, his white fur stained with urine. most likely the victim of a hit and run. he saw me and whined, tried to push himself pathetically with one paw, shuddered and gave up. you know...you know my heart was breaking. where animals are concerned, i am a mess.
so i called 411 and they connected me to the VERY NICE people at animal control. gave them an address, they took my name and number. and i sat with the dog, knowing full well that i would be late for my last day. fk it. i cannot leave someone's pet dying on the street, in pain and alone. i just can't.
meanwhile, people passed by, glancing, but not stopping, curling their lips in disgust at this poor dying creature, as i'm sure several had before i showed up. i felt so bad for him. no, he wasn't pretty, covered in all his bodily guck, but death and sickness and injury isn't precious. oh, little thing...every breath was a trial.
the AC people arrived, and i left him to them, muttering a little prayer under my breath, and running to catch the last bus.
later, on the bus, they called to tell me that they were taking the dog to a vet and if i wanted to be contacted regarding its fate. no. most likely, that dog was beyond help and they were going to be kind and give him a shot and let him go to sleep without further suffering. if it was to survive, he would go to the pound (no tags) and possibly wind up the same. i didn't need to hear it...i just didn't want him to die there, suffering on the sidewalk, alone and scared, with people passing him by, regarding him as garbage, doing nothing.
at first, i stood there, in pain, wishing there was something i could do. when my dad--one of the GOOD NRA kind--finds a deer that has been hit by a car, lying in a ditch and suffering, he goes to his truck, pulls out a gun, and shoots it. my first thought was, "this dog needs help" and by help...i meant my father's kind of help. there was no other help to be given. but what was i to do? what implement of death did i have at my disposal? hoist a boulder? not likely. not to mention that the thought of killing an animal--even to ease its pain--brings me to a complete stop. my body refuses to move, my mind ceases to think, my mouth goes dry. looking at this poor little thing, i stopped and ceased and dried out. a couple of seconds later, i was able to move just slightly, able to unzip my purse and go for my cellphone. this dog needed help, and by god, i was going to order it up.
poor little guy. look up a lahsa apso named tasha, and she will show you around heaven. mark my day in your calendar and come and greet me when i come home. i want to see that tail wagging.
....
....
ah.
tomorrow begins a new adventure.
but there was a sad omen...little pointed ears of need and death....
walking along olympic (a big street) to the bus this morning, i saw a white, fox-like dog laying on its side on the sidewalk in a commercial area (no houses). at first i thought it was dead. then i wished it was.
he was lying there, shaking and moaning, and the concrete around him was stained with blood and mucus, his white fur stained with urine. most likely the victim of a hit and run. he saw me and whined, tried to push himself pathetically with one paw, shuddered and gave up. you know...you know my heart was breaking. where animals are concerned, i am a mess.
so i called 411 and they connected me to the VERY NICE people at animal control. gave them an address, they took my name and number. and i sat with the dog, knowing full well that i would be late for my last day. fk it. i cannot leave someone's pet dying on the street, in pain and alone. i just can't.
meanwhile, people passed by, glancing, but not stopping, curling their lips in disgust at this poor dying creature, as i'm sure several had before i showed up. i felt so bad for him. no, he wasn't pretty, covered in all his bodily guck, but death and sickness and injury isn't precious. oh, little thing...every breath was a trial.
the AC people arrived, and i left him to them, muttering a little prayer under my breath, and running to catch the last bus.
later, on the bus, they called to tell me that they were taking the dog to a vet and if i wanted to be contacted regarding its fate. no. most likely, that dog was beyond help and they were going to be kind and give him a shot and let him go to sleep without further suffering. if it was to survive, he would go to the pound (no tags) and possibly wind up the same. i didn't need to hear it...i just didn't want him to die there, suffering on the sidewalk, alone and scared, with people passing him by, regarding him as garbage, doing nothing.
at first, i stood there, in pain, wishing there was something i could do. when my dad--one of the GOOD NRA kind--finds a deer that has been hit by a car, lying in a ditch and suffering, he goes to his truck, pulls out a gun, and shoots it. my first thought was, "this dog needs help" and by help...i meant my father's kind of help. there was no other help to be given. but what was i to do? what implement of death did i have at my disposal? hoist a boulder? not likely. not to mention that the thought of killing an animal--even to ease its pain--brings me to a complete stop. my body refuses to move, my mind ceases to think, my mouth goes dry. looking at this poor little thing, i stopped and ceased and dried out. a couple of seconds later, i was able to move just slightly, able to unzip my purse and go for my cellphone. this dog needed help, and by god, i was going to order it up.
poor little guy. look up a lahsa apso named tasha, and she will show you around heaven. mark my day in your calendar and come and greet me when i come home. i want to see that tail wagging.
