That dog that was hit and left to die, the one we all thought that good Samaritan hauled off, it showed up. It must've crawled into the woods and that's where it's been since Sunday. It was crawling along the ground on its front legs. Its condition was...horrific. The lower portion of the spine was clearly separated. Both back legs and the pelvis were pulverized and dragging behind her in unnatural shapes. There were deep wounds everywhere, missing and torn flesh. I could see sections of the leg bones through the skin. The flies were crawling in and out of wounds. And a lot of other nasty stuff I don't wanna talk about.
Several days of no food or water, plus all the damage. I don't know how the thing was still alive. I'm serious. I can't make sense of it.
Several of us were there trying to do what we could. It was crying out a lot. When we picked her up to load her in the truck, she had days worth of urine come flying out everywhere because she was paralyzed and had no control of her bladder anymore. We had to hold her there and just let it all drain out. It took almost 2 minutes. She was covered in feces from when she'd been hit (I assume). She freaked out in the truck. We couldn't keep her still in the bed either and it was too risky to have somebody back there with her on the road. If we'd get in a wreck, the person back there with her could be killed.
So we took her up into the yard. I gave her as much food and water as she wanted, because she was obviously going to have to be put down anyway. She was in a ton of pain. Me and somebody else went to get her owner. The wife finally came down and looked at the dog, said she had to go get her kids from school and asked if I could take care of her for an hour. Then she just hopped in the car and left. I was a bit p*ssed, to say the least. I don't know this woman, and she doesn't know me. She has like 30 family members in the area. Let one of them get the kids and handle your own business here for God's sake. She said she'd be 45 minutes. She was gone 2 hours. I sat there with that dog for 2 hours waiting on somebody to show up. Her husband never did. She said he might come by and handle it, which was French for "shoot it". And so I was going to have to tell him I didn't want that done here.
Finally she came back, with her children. Which I thought was kind of sick, letting them see this. The dog looked worse. I picked it up, laid it on a blanket and carried it to her car. They drove off towards the vet.
And so, that was that.
