I was putting my three dogs outside to go to the bathroom right before school and my mother had kept telling me to tie Jewel up so she doesn't run away. I would ALWAYS reply,"Mom, she has only ran away once and that was when she got out and a guy scared her away." Besides, I was latew and didn't hve any time to do anything.
As they were outside, and I was getting ready. My mom started yelling at me to get my dogs in because we have to go. Jewel was gone so I brought Jesse and Sammy inside and then all the pain started with a yelp. I went inside the house and my mom ran in screeching at me that Jewel was just hit by a car. I can't remember what I said, but I went outside and the man stoped to see if Jewel was alright. I got outside and Jewel was laying down on her belly with her head up! She looked at me and started wagging her tail. The man asked me if that was my dog and I weakly shook my head yes.
I walked over to her as my mom came out and started talking to the man. I gently picked Jewel up and my mom told me top get blankets on her to keep her warm. I went inside with her and covered her carefully in five towels (I had a hard time putting them on, that is why there was so many).
I sat down in a rocking chair holding her and she looked up at me as if asking,"I'm I a bad girl mommy?" I lost it and started balling, whispering I love you's and your a good girl for comming home.
I calmed down a little bit and waited for my dad to came home so we could take her to the vet. She licked my hand and laid her head down gently. Then she looked up and smiled at me with her eyes syaing,"Good bye mommy, I love you ..."
My dad got home and my sisters and I hopped into the pick-up and we started driveng to the vets. About after five minutes, my dad asked me to check on Jewel (she was still in my arms). I lifted a towel gently, and there was no movement. Her eyes were dull with nothing in them. I started to scream, and my grandma started to gently shake her in desperation. That was it, my dog died right in my arms when I knew CPR for dogs. My mind was blank, I just screamed at God asking why he took her away. Tears were streaming down my cheeks hugging my dogs lifeless body, wishing she would come back.
I still can't forgive myself for letting her die. If I would have tied her up, if I would have started CPR, if I would have done something different. I killed my dog, and it is hard to live with still.
Please tell me, what would you have done? If you knew CPR, would you have tried to save her? I feel so guilty. I don't know what to do. Thank you SO much for reading. Don't make the same mistake I did, the consenquinces are terrible.
Steph
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