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My husband and I were headed to the grocery store on Saturday night when we almost hit this dog in the road. I asked my husband if he would pull over and move the poor thing off to the side so it didn't have to get hit over and over again. He agreed. When he picked up the dog he realized that it was still alive. 
We called the local vet, and he told us to take him to the emergency vet's hospital 40 minutes away. 
We really believed that the dog had a good chance of survival so off we went. My husband put the dog in the backseat and asked me to sit with the poor thing to comfort him. Hello, I'm the weakest link. I can't stand seeing anything suffer. So I jump in the front seat instead. We didn't get more than a mile up the road before the guilt set in, and I jumped in the backseat. The poor dog had its eye sticking out, but his breathing was pretty strong. I pet him and comforted him all the way to the vet's hospital. When we were about five minutes from our destination, I noticed the pup wasn't breathing anymore. We ran him in anyhow and asked them to do whatever they could for him. We even agreed to take financial responsibility. Anyhow, after what seemed like an endless time doing CPR they told us that the pup didn't make it. He was an adorable little mini pincher.
Here's what really annoys me. The vet told us that they'd keep the body for three days, and if no one claimed it then they'd get rid of it. This was a really cute little fellow, and he had a collar. Surely there must be a family out there that is freaking out wondering where their little buddy went.
Both yesterday and today I have driven around town looking for "Lost Dog" signs. I haven't seen one yet. I called the vet's office twice today. No one has called looking for their little friend. There's only one vet in our area. They did mention that someone called saying that they found a mini pincher. 
All I can say is that if that was my dog there wouldn't be a tree in North Florida without a sign on it. That poor, little guy suffered for a long time and no one cares. I don't know the owners, but I know that I don't like them. I'm going to go and look for a website on voodoo dolls now.
We called the local vet, and he told us to take him to the emergency vet's hospital 40 minutes away. We really believed that the dog had a good chance of survival so off we went. My husband put the dog in the backseat and asked me to sit with the poor thing to comfort him. Hello, I'm the weakest link. I can't stand seeing anything suffer. So I jump in the front seat instead. We didn't get more than a mile up the road before the guilt set in, and I jumped in the backseat. The poor dog had its eye sticking out, but his breathing was pretty strong. I pet him and comforted him all the way to the vet's hospital. When we were about five minutes from our destination, I noticed the pup wasn't breathing anymore. We ran him in anyhow and asked them to do whatever they could for him. We even agreed to take financial responsibility. Anyhow, after what seemed like an endless time doing CPR they told us that the pup didn't make it. He was an adorable little mini pincher. Here's what really annoys me. The vet told us that they'd keep the body for three days, and if no one claimed it then they'd get rid of it. This was a really cute little fellow, and he had a collar. Surely there must be a family out there that is freaking out wondering where their little buddy went.
Both yesterday and today I have driven around town looking for "Lost Dog" signs. I haven't seen one yet. I called the vet's office twice today. No one has called looking for their little friend. There's only one vet in our area. They did mention that someone called saying that they found a mini pincher. All I can say is that if that was my dog there wouldn't be a tree in North Florida without a sign on it.
That poor, little guy suffered for a long time and no one cares. I don't know the owners, but I know that I don't like them. I'm going to go and look for a website on voodoo dolls now. 
