Well, I had to do one of the worst things a person can have to do. I was making dinner when I heard a commotion out in the street. I saw a man and woman standing in the middle of the street and a dog lying at their feet. When I got to them they had carried the little dog to the curb and laid him down in the grass. He was unresponsive and clearly expiring quickly. The dog rushed into the street running toward them when he was hit by a car. The unspeakable coward at the wheel never even stopped.
The woman was sobbing and her husband was consoling her. They explained it was not their dog. I found the tag and read his name was Pretzel. On the flip side was a phone number and I dialed the number. No answer, so I stammered out a fast message with the cross streets and told them to get there NOW. I was trying to hack out a text to them when they came down the cross street. Mother, father, and a clearly distraught 7 yr old boy.
By then, Pretzel had left us. The father dropped to his knees and cradled the dog, and the boy began to sob. That poor kid's world is utterly wrecked and I feel heartbroken for him.
People think I am some kind of simp because I am always stopping for loose dogs and trying to catch them. Ok, fine, I could not care less what you think of me. If I can save one little kid from this nightmare then I'm justified.
