a surreal experience...
have you ever seen a dog get hit by a car? right before your eyes? i did today.
i was waiting at the bus stop to go off for leonard's surprise birthday party at a mongolian international buffet restaurant at park mall when this little shetland sheepdog scurried onto the grass pavement. for some reason, i felt compelled to run out and grab it, because it look like it would happily scamper onto the road at any minute. and sure enough, to my abject horror, after sniffing the side of the bin on the curb, the little dog tried to cross the road.
right into the path on an oncoming black suv (i think it was an suv... i remember that it was a big car...). and the silly little bugger froze.
credit to the the driver, he/she tried to swerve away from the dog, plus the dog did appear quite late. but the car still got it anyway with a loud smack as the white and brown dog flipped over on its side. as it spun in the air, it seemed like time had slowed to a crawl ala bullet time.
i couldn't believe it. a dog just got hit by a car right before my eyes. i've seen a dead cat get run over by a speeding car, with a loud crunching of bones accompanying the visual. but here, was a live dog getting smacked by a car. it started howling for a brief moment, but with traffic on both sides, its cries were totally drowned out.
it just lay there. motionless. i don't know, but something just clicked in me to dash to and check on it. the poor thing was totally dazed and blood started to trickle out of its nose. i really didn't know what to do at that moment. would i hurt it more if i moved it? does it have an owner? i pulled it off the main road and tried to carry it and it yelped. i dropped it with a start. cursing myself inside for being such a twit, i tried again. this time without dropping the dog.
first thing that came into my mind was to find its owner so i headed to the day care centre where i thought the dog had come from. the gate was open, but i rang the door bell. when no one came, i ran inside and put the dog down beside the lawn and started shouting "is any one home?". i didn't really peer into the tinted windows because in the state i was in. but after a while someone came out and asked me the matter. it wasn't their dog, but they were really nice people. i mean, considering they didn't complain about a dog that was bleeding on their floor and let a total stranger onto their premises, they've got to be nice people.
the helper, a girl in her teens from the looks of it, helped me get the number for spca, which i then called. gave them the address and described what happened, which i don't know how i did the call since i had so much adrenaline coursing through me at this point. just looking at the poor pup just lying there, body rigid and nose bleeding, tugged at my core. especially since it was a shetland. think lassie, just smaller. didn't know what i could do other than pat it and tell it "don't die on me... don't die on me... you'll be fine..." and hope the dog could understand whatever it was i said.
it took about 40 minutes to an hour before the van came, and it seemed like an eternity. the lady invited me into the house since the aircon was on, but i ended up restlessly getting up every 5 minutes or so to check on the dog and look out for the van. fortunately, it seemed more like it was suffering from shock more than anything else, as it began to start turning its head around and propping it up to have a look round. it even scampered into the cage as the spca guy leashed it up and beckoned it in.
after signing the receipt of acknowledgement, i went back to the bus stop, nerves still tingling. while i'll probably never find out what happens to the little critter, i'm just glad and thankful that it made it up to there. i can't stand seeing that breed of dog like that. it would have been soul killing if it had kicked it right before my eyes.
just hope it's alright. somewhere out there.
i was waiting at the bus stop to go off for leonard's surprise birthday party at a mongolian international buffet restaurant at park mall when this little shetland sheepdog scurried onto the grass pavement. for some reason, i felt compelled to run out and grab it, because it look like it would happily scamper onto the road at any minute. and sure enough, to my abject horror, after sniffing the side of the bin on the curb, the little dog tried to cross the road.
right into the path on an oncoming black suv (i think it was an suv... i remember that it was a big car...). and the silly little bugger froze.
credit to the the driver, he/she tried to swerve away from the dog, plus the dog did appear quite late. but the car still got it anyway with a loud smack as the white and brown dog flipped over on its side. as it spun in the air, it seemed like time had slowed to a crawl ala bullet time.
i couldn't believe it. a dog just got hit by a car right before my eyes. i've seen a dead cat get run over by a speeding car, with a loud crunching of bones accompanying the visual. but here, was a live dog getting smacked by a car. it started howling for a brief moment, but with traffic on both sides, its cries were totally drowned out.
it just lay there. motionless. i don't know, but something just clicked in me to dash to and check on it. the poor thing was totally dazed and blood started to trickle out of its nose. i really didn't know what to do at that moment. would i hurt it more if i moved it? does it have an owner? i pulled it off the main road and tried to carry it and it yelped. i dropped it with a start. cursing myself inside for being such a twit, i tried again. this time without dropping the dog.
first thing that came into my mind was to find its owner so i headed to the day care centre where i thought the dog had come from. the gate was open, but i rang the door bell. when no one came, i ran inside and put the dog down beside the lawn and started shouting "is any one home?". i didn't really peer into the tinted windows because in the state i was in. but after a while someone came out and asked me the matter. it wasn't their dog, but they were really nice people. i mean, considering they didn't complain about a dog that was bleeding on their floor and let a total stranger onto their premises, they've got to be nice people.
the helper, a girl in her teens from the looks of it, helped me get the number for spca, which i then called. gave them the address and described what happened, which i don't know how i did the call since i had so much adrenaline coursing through me at this point. just looking at the poor pup just lying there, body rigid and nose bleeding, tugged at my core. especially since it was a shetland. think lassie, just smaller. didn't know what i could do other than pat it and tell it "don't die on me... don't die on me... you'll be fine..." and hope the dog could understand whatever it was i said.
it took about 40 minutes to an hour before the van came, and it seemed like an eternity. the lady invited me into the house since the aircon was on, but i ended up restlessly getting up every 5 minutes or so to check on the dog and look out for the van. fortunately, it seemed more like it was suffering from shock more than anything else, as it began to start turning its head around and propping it up to have a look round. it even scampered into the cage as the spca guy leashed it up and beckoned it in.
after signing the receipt of acknowledgement, i went back to the bus stop, nerves still tingling. while i'll probably never find out what happens to the little critter, i'm just glad and thankful that it made it up to there. i can't stand seeing that breed of dog like that. it would have been soul killing if it had kicked it right before my eyes.
just hope it's alright. somewhere out there.
greg last trudged in on 4/12/2007 11:00:00 pm
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