This past Tuesday was a rather hellish day for Blaine and me, but even more so for our sweet dog, Lenny. We rescued Lenny a few years ago now, and when she came to us she wasn’t quite a year old. She has grown and matured tremendously in the time we have spent with her, but every now and then, she tends to do something remarkably stupid, and this tendency came to fruition this past week.
I was heading to my parents’ farm with Lenny, and I let her out of the house as usual. Normally, she does a lap around the yard and comes to meet me at my truck. On Tuesday, however, upon allowing her to exit the house, she instantly darted toward the road. I ran after her and called for her to return, and I saw that a vehicle pulling a trailer had slowed down quite a bit. I knew Lenny had run toward the road, but, at this point, I was unaware she had been hit.
The vehicle pulled over right away, which was the moment my panic reached astronomical levels. I knew in my gut she had been hit, and I found her in a very graphic state, on her side, lying on the road. She wasn’t able to get up, which was an immediate red flag, so I grabbed her the best I could, loaded her in my truck, stopped to grab my sister to prevent me from having a complete meltdown, and took her straight to the vet.
Lenny must have had a guardian angel looking out for her, and I’m convinced it was one of our former family dogs who helped her survive this ordeal. Miraculously, she didn’t break anything, nor did the X-rays show any damage to her internal organs. She is extremely bruised and scraped, though, and the vet said she is not entirely out of the woods yet, as internal damage can show up a couple of days after the initial impact. She is home resting, and I couldn’t be more grateful she is still here with us today.
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