I saw a dog get hit by a car on the highway on Easter night.
I was driving home from Easter dinner at a relative’s house. Lloyd was in a different car and had stopped to get gas, so he wasn’t anywhere around me.
It was about 7:30 p.m. and it was still completely light outside (I guess Daylight Savings Time isn’t so bad after all…).
As I was driving down the highway, I saw a bevy of break lights in front of me. I may have dropped a few four-letter words directed towards the cars in front of me for their pointless breaking. What can I say, I’m jaded by the bad drivers who trot along at 60 MPH in the fast lane.
But, before I knew it, I came up on the little animal that was causing all the break lights. The poor doggie look confused and was running back and forth trying to get out of the way. All I could think to do was lay on my horn in hopes that it would run the dog towards the edge of the highway.
Luckily, I didn’t hit the dog, but I couldn’t pull my eyes away from the little guy in my rear-view mirror.
For those of you that don’t know me, I am probably one of the most hopeful people ever. I tell Lloyd that Kansas will win the National Title every year (I think we have a good shot next year). I go to bed every night thinking the weathermen will be wrong and that it will be a fabulous 70 degrees and sunny the next day. I never think anything bad will happen – I always think the best outcome will happen. Naive? Maybe. But I like to think of it as my wine glass being half full.
So when a car behind me hit the dog, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I shouted and immediately pulled over. Never mind the fact that I was hauling down the highway at 70 MPH. All I could think about was saving the dog.
The people that hit the dog had pulled over, too. The guy that got out was sporting suspenders and the height of what I estimated to be an 80 year old man. He was no help and mostly just rude to me. He told me the dog made the wrong decision. Obviously, debating over the decision-making skills of the dog wasn’t high on my priority list.
I wanted to search in the brush along the highway for the dog. But, I was alone and in shorts and a tank top and didn’t want some weirdo to pull over and offer to “help” me.
I wanted to find the dog, see if it was injured and take it to the vet. I didn’t want the dog to suffer. Or if the dog was already dead, I wanted to check for a collar so I could call the owners because they’re no doubt devastated that their dog had run away on Easter day.
After I conversed with the old dude (who really didn’t seem like he should be on the road in the first place), I sort of realized my surroundings. I was barely off the edge of the highway and there were cars zooming past me at 80 MPH. My hair and clothes were flying around me in the wake of the cars. I walked back to my car, called Lloyd, and starting bawling. I was hoping he could come and stop with me and we could look for the dog. He told me it wasn’t safe to be on the edge of the highway and that I should start driving away.
I keep playing the situation over in my head. What if I could have pulled over immediately and called the dog to the side of the highway? Doesn’t that seem ridiculous? It does, but I wish I could have done something. It poured rain the next day and all I could think about was the dog laying there next to the highway. I was so delirious that I don’t even really remember where the dog was hit on the highway. I just keep wishing that Lloyd and I would have been together so that we could have stopped together and found the dog.
I feel so guilty. I know it’s not my fault, but dogs hold a special place in my heart. Dogs are the sweetest creatures. They love you even when you’re mad or sad. They give you kisses even if you have morning breath. 😉
I would have spent money to help the dog live or at least have a painless death. That’s the kind of thing that you can’t budget for, but I wouldn’t even have had a second thought when I handed over my credit card for that innocent little guy.
Anyways, I just hope that he had a painless death or is some sort of super dog and managed to walk away unscathed. If not, RIP little guy.