I got a call just as I was leaving work early today... my sister was frantic.
My dog, Molly, had been hit by a car.
Those of you who know how much I love my dog could imagine my state of mind as I rushed home to assess the situation. I thought of every possible thing... mostly all the bad. I didn't know what I'd expect as I got home.
I pulled up into the driveway, and quickly glanced at any visible signs of the incident. Seeing none, I opened the door with my heart pounding deep.
Molly saw me and ran to me, her tail wagging and jumped up to greet me. She looked fine. No visible signs of injury.
My sister explained to me that as she was walking out the door, Molly just happened to see one of my neighbors walking his dog and she just bolted out there to play. That's when the car whacked her on her hind leg, it's presumed. My dog managed to walk away (actually she ran) from the hit and came back to my sister.
The driver stopped and checked on the situation, as did the neighbor with the dog. Everything looked fine, but of course my sister was shaken up.
Just to be sure, we took Molly to the vet to ensure all was fine. It seems all's well, though she might feel pain from any potential bruises. He gave me pain meds, in case. We're on potty patrol... as long as she's doing that and breathing normally, then those are positive indicators that she'll be fine.
I am so grateful to God that it's turned out okay. Let's hope and pray there's nothing serious.
