A woman that we know in the hood called the other day about her neighbor’s dog. She said that it was vomiting and having diarrhea and was very sick. Sounded like parvo. However, the owners put the dog in a pet taxi, set it out on their front porch, and went to work. The callousness of this act alone speaks volumes.
The neighbor was very concerned and Patty told her that I’d be right over. When I pulled up to the address, there was a small blue pet taxi sitting on the sidewalk. There were 3 or 4 people standing around. I got out and could see a cream colored, tiny dog curled up in the pet taxi. It wasn’t moving. I asked them if it was even still alive and they said, “we don’t know.” I said, “well, is it breathing?”. I got another “we don’t know”. I said, “You don’t even know if your dog is still breathing? “Get it out of the pet taxi”, I yelled at them. The girl looked up at me and said, “we don’t want to touch it”. I yelled even louder, “GET IT OUT OF THE PET TAXI! I need to see if it’s still breathing.” The girl pulled the little boy out of the pet taxi and laid him on the sidewalk. I didn’t see breathing at first. I truly thought he was dead. Then I saw his chest go up and down and I knew he was barely hanging on. I told someone to bring him over and I ran ahead to get the car started up and off we went. I’ve had many races to the vet like this one, unfortunately, and every case is just as disturbing as any other. It’s a terrible thing.
I put him on my lap as I drove and just kept massaging him and talking to him. I knew he could hear my voice, so I was talking very reassuringly to him, just like all of you would.
I got the little man over to Kennedy’s Animal Clinic in Raytown just as fast as I could. I called ahead and told them I was coming, but told them I didn’t expect him to even live until I got there. His breaths were few and far between. All Dr. Kennedy needed to do was to give him a small amount of euthanasia solution to just help him finally let go. He was surrounded by love and lots of touching-something his owners were afraid to do.
These are rough days. We’ve had many sad cases lately. It’s depressing and over-whelming, but it’s also motivating. It motivates us to get up and get back out there the very next day and try to correct the injustices that are done to these animals- like Little Man. You did not die alone, Little Man. You were surrounded by love.
Our work is vital, so I sincerely mean it when I say thanks for keeping us going. It’s critical that we’re out there.