Last post about McGee.
McGee's mom called hubby back last night. We found out what actually caused him to bolt in the first place.
When I was driving down Fulton I had seen a hot air balloon off to the right coming in REALLY low (like at the top of the trees low). Next thing I know I am seeing McGee running up the other lane of traffic against traffic.
Turns out the hot air balloon was over them on their walk and it was low enough that when the ballooner fired the burner, it freaked McGee out and he bolted.
The main street was a short distance away. He saw the cars and entered chase mode. He actually ran behind me it seems.
So he didn't break away to chase the cars. The balloon scared him and 'Mom' couldn't hold him and you know the rest of the story.
Nobody's fault. Just a senseless accident. Though I'm still mad that the guy that actually ran him over did not even bother to stop.
Showing posts with label McGee. Show all posts
Showing posts with label McGee. Show all posts
Friday, January 23, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Small World
I do not believe in a higher power*.
I might believe in Fate.
Especially after Sunday.
I could not stop thinking about McGee, probably due to the sad place I am in myself right now. So yesterday I googled the owner's phone number.
I saw the name and promptly pinged hubby and asked why it was so familiar.
She is one of his clients. He knows her. He has been to her house. He has done computer work for her. She is a really nice lady.
Now it is not just some poor couple's dog that met with a tragic accident. It is someone you know and like and respect and it hits that much closer to home.
Perhaps there was a reason I was the one 'chosen' to be there at the end. Life sure has a funny way of making you stand up and take notice.
Hubby will be speaking with McGee's 'Mom' today to offer his condolences.
*This is not open to debate. You have your beliefs, I have mine. I will respect your right to yours, you respect my right to mine.
I might believe in Fate.
Especially after Sunday.
I could not stop thinking about McGee, probably due to the sad place I am in myself right now. So yesterday I googled the owner's phone number.
I saw the name and promptly pinged hubby and asked why it was so familiar.
She is one of his clients. He knows her. He has been to her house. He has done computer work for her. She is a really nice lady.
Now it is not just some poor couple's dog that met with a tragic accident. It is someone you know and like and respect and it hits that much closer to home.
Perhaps there was a reason I was the one 'chosen' to be there at the end. Life sure has a funny way of making you stand up and take notice.
Hubby will be speaking with McGee's 'Mom' today to offer his condolences.
*This is not open to debate. You have your beliefs, I have mine. I will respect your right to yours, you respect my right to mine.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Good Bye McGee
This is somewhat graphic, and very sad, so I'd stop reading now if I were you and you cannot handle that right now.
Sunday started off okay, then I left the house (first mistake) to take Mom to church.
Driving down Fulton road, we are getting close to our turn and there is a dog in the other lane running AGAINST opposing traffic. And there was some traffic.
I tell Mom we will be late for church because I will try to catch the dog and I have a barricade in the back of my car to hold him.
Then a truck is turning into the same lane as the dog, as the dog runs up to it. The truck tried to stop. He really did try. But his back tires went over the dog anyway. I am not happy the truck driver didn't stop though.
The dog did manage to get up and run down the street I was headed for. I just had to get the guy in front of me in the turn lane to get out of my way (he was tracking the dog too).
I made the turn and could see where the dog had collapsed (thankfully on the sidewalk). Another vehicle pulled off from the other direction and was calling animal services (I think). I pulled off to a side street by the same lady, told Mom to stay in the car and ran to the dog.
He had a tag on (thank goodness). His name was McGee. I called his owner and told him what happened and where we were and that I would wait for him. McGee kept trying to get up. I kept holding him down.
I think he was a pit bull cross. Beautiful dog. Young dog.
Every breathe brought more blood down the sidewalk and there wasn't anything I could for him other than keep him calm. I still don't know how I ended up without blood all over me.
The female half of his owner walked up about then with their other dog. McGee had gotten away from her. I could see how that happened. You have a strong dog, that wants to chase cars, being walked by a very small older lady that probably couldn't handle him.
I told her what had happened and that I'd already called her husband and that she needs to call the 24 hour vet clinic down the street and let them know they were on their way with the dog.
McGee started bleeding more heavily and all I could do was tell him it would be okay and that his owner was there and everything would be all right really soon.
The husband showed up and I asked the other lady that stopped to go to my truck and get a blanket out of the back (a Winnie the Pooh blanket I had made that my furbabies loved because it's fleece) so we could wrap McGee up for the ride to the clinic.
We got him into their truck. I said of course I don't need the blanket back. It's gone to a good cause.
I went back to my car and wiped the blood off of my hands and thanked the other lady for her help.
Mom and I went on to church. We actually made it on time, not that Mom was worried about it.
I went by the vet clinic on the way home. Their car wasn't there anymore which didn't bode well. I took Mom grocery shopping. We got the Christmas tree taken down and the living room put back together and I called the owner back since I still had their number in my phone.
His female owner answered the phone and thanked me again for stopping and for following up with the call.
McGee did not make it, which was not really a surprise. But I was crying anyway. A death of a beautiful animal never makes sense.
Good bye McGee. Your owners loved you dearly and miss you terribly.
Sunday started off okay, then I left the house (first mistake) to take Mom to church.
Driving down Fulton road, we are getting close to our turn and there is a dog in the other lane running AGAINST opposing traffic. And there was some traffic.
I tell Mom we will be late for church because I will try to catch the dog and I have a barricade in the back of my car to hold him.
Then a truck is turning into the same lane as the dog, as the dog runs up to it. The truck tried to stop. He really did try. But his back tires went over the dog anyway. I am not happy the truck driver didn't stop though.
The dog did manage to get up and run down the street I was headed for. I just had to get the guy in front of me in the turn lane to get out of my way (he was tracking the dog too).
I made the turn and could see where the dog had collapsed (thankfully on the sidewalk). Another vehicle pulled off from the other direction and was calling animal services (I think). I pulled off to a side street by the same lady, told Mom to stay in the car and ran to the dog.
He had a tag on (thank goodness). His name was McGee. I called his owner and told him what happened and where we were and that I would wait for him. McGee kept trying to get up. I kept holding him down.
I think he was a pit bull cross. Beautiful dog. Young dog.
Every breathe brought more blood down the sidewalk and there wasn't anything I could for him other than keep him calm. I still don't know how I ended up without blood all over me.
The female half of his owner walked up about then with their other dog. McGee had gotten away from her. I could see how that happened. You have a strong dog, that wants to chase cars, being walked by a very small older lady that probably couldn't handle him.
I told her what had happened and that I'd already called her husband and that she needs to call the 24 hour vet clinic down the street and let them know they were on their way with the dog.
McGee started bleeding more heavily and all I could do was tell him it would be okay and that his owner was there and everything would be all right really soon.
The husband showed up and I asked the other lady that stopped to go to my truck and get a blanket out of the back (a Winnie the Pooh blanket I had made that my furbabies loved because it's fleece) so we could wrap McGee up for the ride to the clinic.
We got him into their truck. I said of course I don't need the blanket back. It's gone to a good cause.
I went back to my car and wiped the blood off of my hands and thanked the other lady for her help.
Mom and I went on to church. We actually made it on time, not that Mom was worried about it.
I went by the vet clinic on the way home. Their car wasn't there anymore which didn't bode well. I took Mom grocery shopping. We got the Christmas tree taken down and the living room put back together and I called the owner back since I still had their number in my phone.
His female owner answered the phone and thanked me again for stopping and for following up with the call.
McGee did not make it, which was not really a surprise. But I was crying anyway. A death of a beautiful animal never makes sense.
Good bye McGee. Your owners loved you dearly and miss you terribly.
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