Roadkill

Today's topic is rather sad, so avert ye eyes if you are of the feeble type, for it deals with mans greatest enemy. Death!

I've never really had to deal with death directly before, or even suffering that much. Most of the time, i have a fairly detached way of looking at it. On tuesday I had a front seat view.

When I was driving home from music I encountered some strange traffic where everyone was driving around some obstacle. This obstacle was a gorgeous husky dog which came off second best against two vehicles. It was bleeding from the mouth and its back legs were quite evidently broken. Being in so much pain and utterly frightened, it snapped at anyone near it, so me and this other young fellow got a tarpaulin under the dog and lifted him off the road so he didn't waddle into more traffic.

After we sent off a bystander to run upto the nearby vet, it was a death vigil. The dog was alert and active at the beginning and was even trying the hero, 'I'll be right and be on my way' angle till its legs just collapsed on it.
It was after it came out of shock it realised how screwed it was, and began howling and braying.

We did the best we could to try and keep it calm and alive. The pet ambulance finally came after some 40mins. Slow bastards, but I suppose they came from fairly far away. The veterinarian injected the husky with a calming drug which kicked in about 5mins later. Then the cops finally turn up as well, but by this stage there were just too many cooks in the broth, and after the dog left, I bid my farewells to those around me and left myself.

I didn't feel so bad about it at the time, but after I got home and talked with my ex, thats when I really felt bad about it and how that poor dog is probably in the heavens now.