Nothing That Can't Be Fixed
From time to time some of us have posted stories from Pet Warmers. I received this one today and it is my favorite. There is just one warning: Don't read this at work or anywhere that you need to be composed because you will be crying as I am. It's just beautiful!
NOTHING THAT CAN'T BE FIXED
"Oh, no! Look out!" I fearfully said to myself as I watched the truck
in front of me narrowly miss the little black dog on the highway.
The dog cringed away, limping on one leg. It ran to the shoulder of
the road and then turned to stare hopefully at my car as I drove past.
Something in that earnest stance stayed with me well after the stray was
out of sight.
Stray dogs were a problem in the rural community where I lived. My
husband, a veterinarian, often spoke about the miserable plight of these
forgotten animals. Most did not survive long. If they were not killed on
the roadways, they died of starvation or disease.
I kept thinking about the black dog as I drove home. Then I made a
decision to do something I'd never tried before.
I pulled into the parking lot of the veterinary clinic. I found my
husband inside and explained about the stray dog.
"If I can catch it, would you put it to sleep?" He thought for a
moment, then answered quietly that he would. He didn't seem very pleased
with my plan.
Armed with a blanket and some dog biscuits from the clinic's waiting
room, I drove back along the highway. I found the dog once again on the
shoulder of the road.
I pulled over, grabbed some biscuits and stepped out of the car. When
I walked around to where the dog lay, I got my first good look at just how
miserable such an existence can be.
The little black dog's hair was missing in patches. Rough and raw
skin showed through the bare places. It was very thin. One tooth caught
on an upper lip, giving it a snarling appearance. One eye had been
injured. It was so hungry that it was gnawing on the bottom half of an old
turtle shell it held between its front paws.
Kneeling down, I fed it the treats until they were gone. Then I
carefully picked up the dog and set it on the blanket in my car.
During the drive back to the veterinary clinic, I kept telling myself
that what I was doing was the right thing. This animal had no home, no
owner. It was injured and starving. A quick, painless euthanasia was
better than the fate that awaited it otherwise.
I glanced down at the dog and saw it studying me. The look in that
one brown eye was unnerving.
"Just don't think about what's ahead," I told myself. My husband was
waiting for me when I pulled back into the parking lot. He opened the car
door, picked up the dog and carried it into the clinic. Reluctantly, I
followed him inside.
Instead of taking the dog to the kennel area, he carried it into the
exam room. There, he started looking over his newest patient.
"It's a young female, about a year and a half old. She has mange,
that's why her skin looks so bad. Probably hit by a car, but this leg's
not broken. Her jaw is fractured, though, and starting to heal itself.
This eye needs some corrective surgery and the eyelids need to be
closed..."
While my husband continued to examine the black dog, she sat quietly
on the table. Her gaze never left my face. Why was she staring at me?
Did she understand why I had brought her to this place?
His examination completed, my husband turned to me. He looked at me
meaningfully and said, "There's nothing here that can't be fixed."
I looked once more at the dog. She was still watching me with her
single brown eye. I felt heartsick about this dog's sad life, and the
decision I had to make.
It's been twelve years since that day, and I think about it often. On
days like today, when I'm sitting in the yard watching my hens peck around
in the grass. My orange cat stretches lazily from a sunny spot on the
patio. The season's last hummingbirds are fussing about the feeders.
An old dog leans against my leg. She lays her gray muzzle, once so
black and shiny, on my knee and looks up at me. I give her soft head a
pat. Now I understand the expression in that solitary brown eye.
And I answer her, "I love you, too."
