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Thread: Nothing That Can't Be Fixed

  1. #1
    Join Date
    Jun 2000

    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!


    "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
    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."

  2. #2
    Join Date
    Aug 2001
    Columbia, MD
    Pam. I just read in on my e-mail and I am here sobbing. I always try to save Petwarmers for when i am home in the evening, but I just have to read the stories. It warms my heart to read and learn about other people who love animals just as much as I do.

    I read the story again here on PetTalk. Crying again!

  3. #3
    Join Date
    Aug 2000
    Geneva, IL USA
    Originally posted by Souraya:
    [QB] It warms my heart to read and learn about other people who love animals just as much as I do.

    Mine too!

  4. #4
    Join Date
    Feb 2001
    Greenville, SC, USA
    I am grateful every day that I work from home, with only my "furry" co-workers around. Some days I am more grateful than others. Today was one of those days.

    Thanks, Pam.


  5. #5
    Join Date
    Jul 2000
    Westminster, MA, USA
    What a beautiful story! *Sniff sniff*

  6. #6
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    Sep 2000
    What a story! sniff sniff
    Save a life, ADOPT!!

    Rainbow Bridge Angels: Thor, Shiloh and Killian, Avalanche and Wolf
    (RB Gaylord and Bandit, fosters who have touched my heart)

  7. #7
    Join Date
    Oct 2000
    Wichita Falls, TX U.S.A.
    Very touching...and yes it did make me cry

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