It’s taken three days for me to post this, because of how angry and sad I was at the time it occurred. Had I posted when I wanted to, I probably would’ve said something(s) I shouldn’t have said.
Now, after a few days of dwelling on it, I’ve decided to tell the story, but do so in a way to hopefully avoid angering anyone, and hopefully help y’all see this from an objective standpoint. Let’s call it a precautionary tale.
I was turning right onto a lighted four lane road heading east. As I did, I noticed a puppy, probably 9-10 weeks old, wandering confused in the westbound lane of traffic.
As soon as I saw him, he was struck by a car heading east.
I took a breath, and performed a U-Turn.
It didn’t take me long to get back to where he was. I flicked my hazards, and turned into a driveway close to where he was. I grabbed the gloves in my console, and tried to get out to him as quickly as I could.
The westbound cars in the right lane noticed what I was doing, as I was waving at them frantically, and three of them slowed, turning their hazards on.
The dog was barely in the left lane, and the oncoming left lane traffic had slowed, noticing the right lane traffic’s hazard lights.
I was probably 6 feet from the dog when I heard honking, and then immediately heard tires screech. The fourth car in the right lane decided that he’d had enough of the 10 seconds of stopped traffic, cut into the left lane, and floored it.
He hit the pup, missed me by about 3-4ft, and ran a red light.
I wasn’t able to get his license plate, nor was anyone else in line. It happened extremely fast.
I was able to retrieve the dog, wrapped him in an old shirt, and balled my eyes out on my way home.
I dug him a grave, made sure he was wrapped and warm in the shirt, uprooted a fern, and replanted it where I buried him.
I guess the moral of this story (if there is one), it’s that nobody should ever be in that big of a hurry.
I’ve been thinking about that fucking pup for three days, and when I do, it fucking ruins me. I really hope that he knows that I tried, but more importantly, I hope he’s okay now.