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I don’t care if you’re a praying person. Please pray for Hanna.
About an hour or two ago I was running and I saw these two dogs without leashes running through my neighborhood. I assumed their owner was nearby, but as they got closer and closer to oen of the busiest roads in my town, I knew that wasn’t the case. One of the dogs (a beautiful Burmese mountain dog) ran into a truck and fell to the side of the road.
I have never felt so helpless in my entire life. I didn’t know what to do (call my dad? call 911? scream until someone came and rescued us?) so I just stood there crying. It wasn’t until the dog blinked that I realized she was alive. I immediately got on the ground and petted, holding her head (both so she could see that I was there and because I didn’t know where she was hurt). Thank God a crowd of about six people had gathered around, and that a vet’s office was only three blocks from where the accident was. One of the people who stopped was a man in a truck so we all loaded in and took the dog to the vet. (I know that sounds so dangerous but I don’t even care.) She didn’t have an owners tag on her collar, but she had a serial number from a vaccination tag, and the vet was able to identify her with that. Her name is Hanna, and thankfully she lives in my neighborhood and actually sees the vet we took her to. The vets whisked her back into a room as soon as we got her there and the receptionist tracked down the owner.
Everyone else left their phone numbers and got going home now that the dog was okay (one woman even offered to pay for the medical expenses in case the owner couldn’t be located) but because I actually witnessed the whole thing I wanted to stay until the owner came. She ran in screaming and crying, and one of the vet nurses took her back to be with Hanna.
The receptionist told me that one of her back legs was badly broken and that her tongue was bitten and she was in shock, but they would not be able to tell more until she was at a veterinary hospital. With the owner there, I thought it was best for me to leave. Now I’m just sitting at home, crying and thinking about everything that could happen. Hanna was bleeding from the mouth, but nowhere else externally. I guess that means she could have some internal bleeding (the blood wasn’t frothy, so I know it wasn’t coming from her lungs). I am going to call the vet’s office this evening or in the morning and see if there is anything they can tell me. But for now, I don’t think there is anything else I can do but pray.
Would all of you mind praying as well? I haven’t ever asked people to pray for me before, but I guess when you are desperate that is the only thing you can do. I need to be grateful no matter the outcome. Thank God I saw the whole thing and waited with the dog until people came (if I didn’t stop, no one else would have. That’s what the man who drove us there told me). Thank God I was there to hold Hanna and pet her and love her while she was going to the vet. Thank God there was a vet’s office just three blocks away. I know it’s a lot to ask for more than that, but I really want to be able to say Thank God that Hanna is alive and okay.
I don’t care if you’re one of my best friends or if we haven’t ever spoken before. I don’t care if you follow me because you’re a gamma phi or an x-phile (or if you don’t follow me at all and you found this some other way). All I care is that you’ll ask God or Allah or Buddha or the Universe or whoever you pray to to take care of this sweet, wonderful dog.
Thank you. You are all wonderful people and I love every one of you. I will update you as soon as I know something.
