The Truth about Dogs

Since the beginning of 2013 I am learning many truths about myself.

One truth is as much as I would like to think that I have this innate ability to interact with animals especially dogs. I don’t.

For some reason, I thought if I just stared at a dog who was dodging cars as it tried to cross a street, I could will it to safety. My record had been 100% up until March of this year.

Then I witnessed two dogs get hit and killed. One by a van first week of March and another by a Lincoln Navigator the second week of March. Different main streets in different parts of town.

After each dog was hit, something inside of me gave me the strength to stop and remove the dogs from the street and lay them on the grass or sidewalk, to prevent them from being hit repeatedly by other cars.

Before I could get something to wrap one dog in, a one woman came and picked up her dog. She clasped the little dogs limp body to her chest and carried it away crying and screaming as the dogs blood ran down her white her shirt. I stood there speechless and watched her walk away. I felt sadness and disappointment that I had lost my powers to save dogs, especially her dog.

Being animal lover, I never thought I could handle looking or touching dogs or cats after they were dead. I remember the heart wrenching feelings I had over just the thought of a dog or cat being hit or killed. It was too much to handle.The truth is I could handle it and I did. I never wanted to face this fear, but I was forced to.

One night as I replayed both incidents in my head, it hit me that things die everyday, flowers, ideas, dreams and people. My mother, father, brother and great-aunt have all died…it hurts, but it is a fact.

The pain that woman felt as she carried her dog away,  I totally understood it and it sucked because dogs die too!