@JENGOSMonkey I WAS THERE FOR '89! I was a kid, but I remember the water coming out of the swimming pool in huge waves and everything falling from the shelves! I was actually born in San Jose, but moved around a lot later LOL I hear the wildfires are more of a concern for you guys now? That's scarier than quakes for me...
Horrible trauma
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I actually feel better having been able to get this out of me. The weight of it has been heavier than I thought. Now maybe I can get back to my smarta** normal self.
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You did a wonderful thing trying to save that dog.
My husband saw a dog hit by the car in front of him on Elson Ave in Chicago a few years back. The car that hit the dog just kept going. He picked up the dog, and rushed her to the nearest Emergency clinic, but she was DOA. The back seat of our car was covered in blood. The Emergency clinic helped him clean himself up, and I went there by train to pick up him and the car, because he was too traumatized to drive. He usually faints or vomits at the sight of blood, but he said that the adrenaline got him through it. I was really proud of him for all he did.
I will tell you what I told him. You did everything you could. You cared. Those dogs spend their last minutes with people who cared, and they will be remembered by people who cared.
I hope that helps some.
-Nicole
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Im sorry Belinda but i can't read your post, i started but had to stop. It affects me so badly just to read about it that i fully appreciate how bad it made you feel. In the past i have helped injured animals and seen things and am afraid that it stays with me forever, but i have to tell myself not to think of it.
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Belinda, I am so sorry to hear about that poor lady dog. She had people around her that genuinely cared for her and her wellbeing, she felt and knew that. You and that vet did all you could, being there for her was what she needed at that point. Bless her heart.
Many years ago, in my previous life, I was in a pickup truck with my then boyfriend,it was late at night and it was raining really bad, tropical storm somebody was moving through the area, so visibility was nil (now in retrospect, we should've not driven through it), we hit a German Shepherd out of nowhere on this lone county rd, she ran into the ditch and disappeared in the water, the ditches were full of water and debris from the storm..
We got out of the car and Greg, dove into the ditch, well jumped in as best he could to see if he could find her…what seemed like an eternity, he finally found her and got her onto his chest, sitting on the bank with water up to his chest..we sat there for 2 hours, in downpour with this poor dog, she ended up passing away in Greg's arms..
The dog had no collar nor did we think she would've made it, especially since we had no clue were the closest vet or emergency clinic was. I still remember that day as if it was yesterday, it haunts me when I am driving in rain and the visibility is poor..
We did all we could for her, and that was to be with her when she crossed the bridge, no dog, our own or a stranger, should have to do that alone... -
So sorry you had to go through that - but so very glad the girl had people there who cared for her.
Every once in awhile we hear of a dog (or bear or something) that is loose on our metro freeways - luckily the city police or state patrol manage to get there quick, control traffic, and get the dog off with no harm - at least so far. -
I am so sorry, for all you that went through that. That is one of my nightmares…but she didn't die alone, and you cared enough to stop to help her, and love her...and remember her...and I think that is what she would have wanted
sniff...
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What a heartwretching story. Made me want to hug my pup (and I did). Not something that you will ever forget but know that you did your best and helped. It's a lot more than most others would do. Thanks for sharing.
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I think one of the reasons I posted this was to underscore the importance of keeping your fur-family safe. I have no idea why that Coonhound was on the freeway. Judging from the phone number on her collar, she was local, so I can assume (okay, okay) she escaped…and, like most hounds, found an interesting trail to follow.
There have been a few folks post about escaped B's and other dogs. A few have posted their dogs have escaped multiple times. This is one of the horrific results that can happen.
I'm not taking a superior stand on this. AJ has escaped twice...one time, I was right next to I-90 and he ran like the devil was on his heels right for the travel lanes. On that occasion, he slipped past me before I could get the lead attached to him. Luckily, at the last second, he pulled a 180 and ran into the woods. I had only had him for a few weeks at the time. The other time, he let himself out of the truck by opening the wing window that was latched, but he didn't run. He just waited for me on the front porch of the house I was in. The truck I have now does not have wing windows that open. I have trained him to stay back from the door until I call him, then he doesn't get near it until his lead is securely attached.
I think he understands this is for his safety. He watches for trucks now and stays out of their way. But I reinforce this by telling him, as I pull him toward me, "Look at that big truck!" And he does, then comes to where I need him to be.
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@AJs:
I think one of the reasons I posted this was to underscore the importance of keeping your fur-family safe. I have no idea why that Coonhound was on the freeway. Judging from the phone number on her collar, she was local, so I can assume (okay, okay) she escaped…and, like most hounds, found an interesting trail to follow.
There have been a few folks post about escaped B's and other dogs. A few have posted their dogs have escaped multiple times. This is one of the horrific results that can happen.
I'm not taking a superior stand on this. AJ has escaped twice...one time, I was right next to I-90 and he ran like the devil was on his heels right for the travel lanes. On that occasion, he slipped past me before I could get the lead attached to him. Luckily, at the last second, he pulled a 180 and ran into the woods. I had only had him for a few weeks at the time. The other time, he let himself out of the truck by opening the wing window that was latched, but he didn't run. He just waited for me on the front porch of the house I was in. The truck I have now does not have wing windows that open. I have trained him to stay back from the door until I call him, then he doesn't get near it until his lead is securely attached.
I think he understands this is for his safety. He watches for trucks now and stays out of their way. But I reinforce this by telling him, as I pull him toward me, "Look at that big truck!" And he does, then comes to where I need him to be.
My previous 3 Basenjis never ever ran off. I could not understand when I met another Basenji owner at the beach why they had theirs on a leash. Even if they got out of the yard when I was not home they would be sitting there in the front waiting for me when I got home. Now Buddy is a whole different ball game. He's young and he does not have much caution. He got out once and ended up 2 miles away in 25 minutes. Now I have to figure out how I'm going to handle it.
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One of my pet peaves is people who drive with the dogs unsecured in the back of the pickup trucks. My husband once witnessed a weimeraner get thrown out in a busy intersection. He was able to park and get her out of the road before she was hit. The owner had to go several blocks to get back to the scene and was very grateful.
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We had a discussion recently about securing dogs in vehicles. I had an ACD who loved riding in the back of the pickup…rain, shine, cold or hot...he just loved it. I attached 500-lb chain between the tie-downs directly behind the cab with eye bolts, tightened it with a turn buckle, and attached another chain to the center of the first one with a heavy-duty screw-together carabiner. The second chain was only long enough that Chauncey could look forward from behind the cab, but not long enough for him to stand with his front paws on the edge of the pickup bed. His collar was secured to the second chain with a two-ended dog chain clip, also heavy-duty. He would jump in the back and run to the front so I could attach the chain to him. Then he'd run back and forth all the way down the road barking at everything. My friends always knew three blocks before I got to their houses that I was on my way.
But I don't keep AJ in a pickup truck. In fact, before Halloween, the last time I saw my pickup was about three months previous. He lives with me in a Freightliner. The whole USA is his yard. AJ rides in the front of the pickup with me when we're in it. An ACD with a thick coat in the back is one thing...a Basenji with a basically bald belly is another.
