Late last week, my father and my sister were driving home from an errand in the pouring rain. They saw what looked like a large black bag in the middle of the road. As they approached, they realized it was a big black dog, who was lying there, apparently, because he'd been hit by a car. They pulled over, called animal control, and then waited in the road to prevent someone else from coming along and hitting the poor guy.
It's a long story, but with the help of animal control and some kind passers-by, they were eventually able to get the dog to the vet. Over the weekend they thought they had reason to hope, but apparently, the dog was too badly injured to save after all, so he was put to sleep this morning.
RIP, buddy. I'm glad your last hours were spent warm and dry.
It's a long story, but with the help of animal control and some kind passers-by, they were eventually able to get the dog to the vet. Over the weekend they thought they had reason to hope, but apparently, the dog was too badly injured to save after all, so he was put to sleep this morning.
RIP, buddy. I'm glad your last hours were spent warm and dry.