I’d just like to say a big thank you to everyone who has left words of support. They may not mend her bones, but reading them gives me something to do to take my mind off it. I’d also like to address what has been a common theme both in the comments, and the various chats I’ve had with my blog buddies, and that’s the idea of a PayPal donation.
Without wishing to offend anyone who has done it, I have always believed this to be a pretty tacky thing to do (with the exception of medical care required by children ). There have actually been blogs that I’ve stopped reading because the author has asked for money (and not for emergencies either).
Just so we’re clear: first off, I sincerely thank everyone for your offers of financial assistance, and I know that a very large percentage of you would donate if I put a button there, but when I cry about the cost of all of this, I’m only crying becasue I could have bought a laptop instead, which hardly makes me charity material! And secondly, you must remember that we’ve been married for 27 years without kids, so imagine how much money we haven’t had to spend on education, clothing and childhood emergencies. Finally this is a pet we’re talking about, and as such is our responsibility, pets are a luxury (an essential luxury as far as I’m concerned, but a luxury nonetheless), so it’s up to us to pay for our little airhead luxury.
Now, about the whole driver thing…It was only after I got home from the Vet on Saturday and sat down to catch my breath, that I realised that something was a bit smelly about the whole situation. As I sat there re-playing the movie of the events in my head like we all do (at least I hope we all do, otherwise I’m even weirder than I thought), it occurred to me that a) she had been hit by a car, b) it was close to my house, c) she has her address and phone number on her collar, d) she’s friendly and wasn’t moving too fast so the tag would have been easy to see, and finally e) no-one phoned me or knocked on the door. Conclusion: some fucking asshole just hit my dog and didn’t’ even stop to see if she was ok.
The thing about all my dogs (‘all my dogs‘ sounds like there’s a lot of them, but if there was just one less it would be ‘both my dogs‘ and that doesn’t sound so bad), is that while none of them chase cars, neither do they have enough sense to get out of the way. They tend not to actually run in front of cars, but will however, occasionally run along the edge of the road, and sometimes they go down to the main road which has a 100km speed limit and I’ve seen them almost get clipped, which is why I always go and grab them if they head in that direction; but they normally just go an play in the creek behind my place.
The advances in animal surgery are simply quite amazing, here’s an artist’s impression of what Belle will look like when all the work has been done. I think you may have to click on the picture to get a better look. Now I don’t know about you, but I think it looks pretty spiffy!
In case you’re wondering, there’s no word on her as yet, hopefully they’ll be operating on her some time today. I’ll be calling them in a few hours.
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