I will try to illustrate with this drawing, EXACTLY where the little dog was severed. After today, I shall wipe A MOST DEVASTATING EXPERIENCE away from my mind.
I ONLY had three options.
1. Walk away and leave him alone to prolong his torment for God knows how long. 2. Stay with the little dog until he died. 3. End his agony, right then and there.
Picking him up was out of the question. Almost half of his body was missing. He had been hacked straight across, starting from right below his little penis. I never saw the other half of his body. His flesh was SEALED together. Picking him up would have unsealed the wound and the blood would have gushed out, thus, prolonging the torture he was already going through.
I was in an unfamiliar place. My car was parked quite a ways from where the dog was. To have picked up the dog and carried him to my car was impossible; my legs felt like rubber and could barely walk myself. I was in a state of shock and came close to passing out a couple of times.
There wasn't anyone close by to help me. It would have taken me forever to find a veterinarian's office, and in the state I was in, I could have caused an accident. To run to the highway for help would have been useless. There was absolutely NO hope for the little dog, so why bring in some other poor person, to see and experience the horror of what I had seen.
Had this been a human-being, I would have run to the highway and tried to summon for help, but this was a dog, and there are some people who do not want be bothered or exposed to such slaughter.
My foremost concern was to let the little dog recognize that I was there with him, that he was not alone, and to take away INSTANTLY, in whatever manner possible, his brutal suffering.
If there would have been hope for this little animal, I would have done ANYTHING necessary to have saved it, but there was NO hope. Money is of NO concern to me, when it comes to trying to save an injured animal. If necessary, I would sell my body in order to save it! God knows it!
I sincerely believe the little dog died INSTANTLY with the FIRST blow I gave him, but I continued because I wanted to make sure that his horrific nightmare would come to an END. A little bit of me died there, too. I still can't grasp how I made it back to my car. My face and clothes were spattered with the little dog's blood. I drove directly back home, showered, took a double dosage of Tylenol PM's, went to bed and passed out.
Under the circumstances, I did what I had to do.
I HAVE RECENTLY BEEN SEEING AN ALARMINGLY LARGE AMOUNT OF STRAY DOGS WANDERING THROUGHOUT THE CITY. I'VE ASKED MYSELF WHY. I BELIEVE I'VE COME UP WITH THE ANSWER. THERE'S A RECENT MANDATORY LAW THAT ALL PET OWNERS MUST HAVE MICROCHIPS IMPLANTED IN THEIR PETS. THE FINE WILL BE ASTRONOMICAL IF PET OWNERS DO NOT COMPLY WITH THIS LAW. IT HAS BECOME APPARENT TO ME, THAT MANY PET OWNERS ARE DUMPING OFF THEIR PETS TO FEND FOR THEMSELVES. HOW COLDBLOODED!
Tell me HONESTLY, do you feel this little dog could have survived?