• Just a Stray

    From Matt Munson@1:218/109 to All on Wed Oct 26 23:21:50 2011


    sad story from a blog I read
    I was coming home from my Chiro appt today and a little black dog got hit right in front of me
    The car did not stop It kept going.
    I stopped I got out and went over to the little dog he was still alive.
    I looked around and no one was out so I petted the little dog and he crawled over to me
    I got down on my knees and he put his head on my lap. I was raining hard but I did not care at the time.
    I knew he was dieing.
    He was bone thin dirty and sad looking
    I pertted his head and said nice things to him. Yea I lied I said he would be OK
    He closed his eyes and was gone.
    I sat there crying and looking around I saw a little boy at the front door of a
    house near by
    I said is this your dog he got hit. He said no he is just a stray. my dad would not let us feed him he would never go away
    I said you dont know who he belongs to he said no

    I went over to the dog and picked him up
    I put him in my car
    I took him to my vet to see if he had a micro chip
    He did not
    THey vet said he was just a stray

    He said do you a want me to take care of him for you?
    I said no he is my dog now, I will bury him at my home, next to the rest of MY family pets

    I got home and realized I looked terrible I was wet and dirty
    My husband looked at me and said what happened?
    I told him he looked at me and said nothing Just helped me
    dig a hole.

    The little stray has a home now. At least for a brief moment he was loved and he does have a home now.

    Janet and Tango and Rubin

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  • From MIKE ROBERTS@1:261/1381 to Matt Munson on Thu Oct 27 21:22:20 2011
    The little stray has a home now. At least for a brief moment he was loved
    and
    he does have a home now.

    So Sad, but touching Matt... And God bless those people.. I had a
    similar experience as I was working one day, and I absolutely could not
    stop. But I must have cried for almost an hour, driving and thinking of
    the poor dog I saw get hit and left for dead. I wanted to stop so bad,
    but couldn't. This poor dog was fortunate at least to the effect that
    she could and did stop. Tugs at the heart strings.

    Mike
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  • From Richard Webb@1:116/901 to MIKE ROBERTS on Fri Oct 28 03:23:37 2011
    HEllo Mike,

    On Thu 2011-Oct-27 21:22, MIKE ROBERTS (1:261/1381) wrote to Matt Munson:

    The little stray has a home now. At least for a brief moment he was loved
    and
    he does have a home now.

    So Sad, but touching Matt... And God bless those people.. I had a
    similar experience as I was working one day, and I absolutely could
    not stop. But I must have cried for almost an hour, driving and
    thinking of the poor dog I saw get hit and left for dead. I wanted
    to stop so bad, but couldn't. This poor dog was fortunate at least
    to the effect that she could and did stop. Tugs at the heart
    strings.

    IF anybody has messages going back to 2007 in this echo
    you've seen my tale of how we adopted Roxy, our first
    Rottweiler off the streets of NEw ORleans.

    Roxy was purchased as a puppy by a street dealer, to be his
    bluff. sHe was with him when he was gunned down in the
    usual turf wars that happen among such folks.

    Roxy went to his cousin, who fought pit bulls. Roxy refused to fight, so he gave her her "freedom" and turned her out on the mean streets of the city.

    My lady and I managed fie apartment buildings in inner city
    NEw ORleans at the time. THese were part of a federal
    program, and of course were animal free zones.

    My office and recording studio was in our home, the complex
    offices elsewhere. My lady did the bulk of day to day
    management, I mainly helped out with some maintenance chores around the place, and operated my own business. HEnce I was home a lot during the day. Roxy got
    whatever food she could scrounge or beg, her sources of water were puddles along the curb. During the afternoons while working at my desk I'd
    often bring Roxy in, give her clean water to drink, some
    leftovers from dinner the night before, or part of my lunch.

    Kathy and I saw her get hit by a car, not fatally, only
    minor injuries, but it was then that we decided since the
    complex was now under a new management company and that
    hadn't even been settled yet (we knew her benefits package
    was probably by the boards) we'd do a little bit of truth
    bending. After all, you can't refuse the blind man his dog
    guide <g>. Hence, I put a regular harness on Roxy,k and she was well enough behaved that she could pass as guide dog.
    By the time the dust settled with the management company,
    here was a clean well groomed ROttweiler that appeared to be trained at one of the nation's finest guide dog schools,
    although she was 10 years old, and had never seen guide work or such a harness until I strapped one on her.


    NEgotiations having failed to recoup Kathy's medical
    benefits, let alone none of the others, we moved on, and I
    was renting a place across the lake in Slidell, and working
    on negotiations to buy it on contract when Katrina struck.
    My lady and I were the communications volunteers for
    University and Charity hospitals in NEw ORleans, and ROxy
    was left outside ona cable, where she could get under the
    house for shelter, a dutch oven full of dry dog food left,
    another outside where it could catch rain water, and there
    was plenty of that.

    THis meant she survived the trees crushing the house, and
    the resulting house fire when the electricity was
    reactivated a week or so later. I was still arranging to
    return to my home from San Antonio when this happened. Roxy was rescued by a friend of mine before the humane society
    came to put her down, taken to a vet/boarding kennel, given
    her shots which were due the week of the storm, and we
    retrieved her when we came back to get some of my property
    from the hospital radio room, and anything which survived on the property that was mine after the fire. SHe lived with
    us two years here in Tennessee before succumbing to multiple strokes. Partial paralysis and incontinence meant she was
    no longer able to really function, so the vet did the
    merciful thing. I stood holding her head as she expired.

    A plaster casting of one of her paw prints hangs in our
    living room along with a by 7 picture of her. We now have
    a rott we raised from a pup we got that next summer.

    Regards,
    Richard
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