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I'd like to ask for some prayers and good thoughts for a wonderful dog I met at the vet's yesterday night.
Sunshine had fractured her leg and needed to be sent to the vet immediately. While we were there, 3-4 Indian men came in carrying a HUGE dog. He was a stray mutt, with huge rugged paws, and head bearing proud scars from previous skirmishes. But while the front of him still looked whole and handsome, the area around his butt and hind legs was a bloodied mess.
We had an Indian colleague with us, and she asked the men what happened to the dog in their own language. The men said that the dog was named Puppy, and was a stray who frequented their workplace in an industrial area. They said that a cement mixer had struck him, and from the look of his injuries, it was a hard hit.
The vet came in and did a brief examination. As soon as he lifted the blanket, the full extent of his injuries were clear. There was a large flap of skin which had been ripped from his right thigh area and was just covering loosely. Exposing his flesh was just a matter of lifting that flap of skin. The vet also saw that his testicle had popped right out of his scrotum!
Puppy was really brave. He cried quietly, but took comfort in the arms of the Indian men. Their bond was obvious, and I'm glad he didn't have to bleed to death on the streets alone. Nevertheless, he was in great pain. The vet put the men between a rock and a hard place by offering them two options: An expensive operation which none of them could afford, or to put Puppy to sleep. The men really tried. One of them kept making phone calls, possibly trying to raise money for his surgery, but in the end, they realised that there was no way they could afford that sum and decided to put him to sleep. I wish I had enough savings to sponsor the operation ...
Throughout his ordeal lying on the examination table, Puppy remained very good-natured. He allowed anyone to touch him and pet him, gazing at us with big brown eyes. We stayed with him till the end (after Sunshine had been brought outside so she wouldn't watch) because the men didn't want to watch him go. He had a very peaceful passing, dignified till the end.
Godspeed, big boy!
Rest in Peace
Sunshine had fractured her leg and needed to be sent to the vet immediately. While we were there, 3-4 Indian men came in carrying a HUGE dog. He was a stray mutt, with huge rugged paws, and head bearing proud scars from previous skirmishes. But while the front of him still looked whole and handsome, the area around his butt and hind legs was a bloodied mess.
We had an Indian colleague with us, and she asked the men what happened to the dog in their own language. The men said that the dog was named Puppy, and was a stray who frequented their workplace in an industrial area. They said that a cement mixer had struck him, and from the look of his injuries, it was a hard hit.
The vet came in and did a brief examination. As soon as he lifted the blanket, the full extent of his injuries were clear. There was a large flap of skin which had been ripped from his right thigh area and was just covering loosely. Exposing his flesh was just a matter of lifting that flap of skin. The vet also saw that his testicle had popped right out of his scrotum!
Puppy was really brave. He cried quietly, but took comfort in the arms of the Indian men. Their bond was obvious, and I'm glad he didn't have to bleed to death on the streets alone. Nevertheless, he was in great pain. The vet put the men between a rock and a hard place by offering them two options: An expensive operation which none of them could afford, or to put Puppy to sleep. The men really tried. One of them kept making phone calls, possibly trying to raise money for his surgery, but in the end, they realised that there was no way they could afford that sum and decided to put him to sleep. I wish I had enough savings to sponsor the operation ...
Throughout his ordeal lying on the examination table, Puppy remained very good-natured. He allowed anyone to touch him and pet him, gazing at us with big brown eyes. We stayed with him till the end (after Sunshine had been brought outside so she wouldn't watch) because the men didn't want to watch him go. He had a very peaceful passing, dignified till the end.
Godspeed, big boy!
