Sunday, May 20, 2007

I got up early this morning to run down to the Cooks River. I had it all planned. It was going to be a lovely sunny Sunday way to start the day. I got as far as Victoria Road just near Enmore Park when a scruffy little brown dog ran out of nowhere into the path of the 423 bus right in front of me. He was all curled up in the middle of the road, screaming. I stopped the traffic like a mad woman and scooped him up. I ran up to the first car, a man in a van, and told him to take me to the vet. He said he had an appointment. Well yes, I had an appointment with a sunny Sunday run, I thought. Another car, with two women inside, stopped and told me to jump in. The older of the women took off her jacket to wrap the dog in. He stayed perfectly still as we drove to Erskineville Vet. Several times I thought he had died. The women, who didn't speak much English, thought he was my dog, and I had to say repeatedly that I didn't know him.

At the vet, they asked me if he had actually been run over by the bus, or just skimmed. As I had my eyes clamped shut, and my hands over my face at the moment when I saw what was going to happen, I wasn't a very useful witness. He was given morphine and oxygen and examined by three nurses in a flurry of intense activity, like something out of ER. I felt irrelevant, useless, and slunk away. I had been asked by each of the nurses if he was my dog. No, I was just running past.

I had blood on my t-shirt and on my hands I could feel the lanolin greasiness from his fur. I ran home, but felt completely drained.

I called the vet in the afternoon, and they said he was stable. He was micro-chipped and they had contacted the owner. I felt a little stupid for inquiring after someone else's dog. I actually wanted to ask what his name was, but that now seemed completely ridiculous. I just happened to be there.

7 comments:

edd said...

oh dude - your story brought a tear to my eye!!! i'm sure the owners are eternally grateful for your wonderful deed and if they don't send you a bunch of flowers and "eternally thank you" card than i will! your a hero!!

Justyna said...

this incident is moving for two reasons:
a) the obvious dog saving one, and
b) the fact that you go running on the weekend.

on ya nosey!

Anonymous said...

Very moving account by someone who is just so obviously caring about those of our fellow creatures who need protection.

Karen said...

you saved a life! How horribly scary though...

Meredith said...

I would've wanted to know his name, too. Bravo Nosey.

Anonymous said...

Hey weird...it would have been my partner who treated that dog!!!

Anonymous said...

You are FREAKING AWESOME! I hope on your next sunday run you find a pony with saddlebags full of solid gold nuggets.