30 minutes before the opening Martina and Pio calls me. They have stopped on the road, a dog is badly hit and they need help. We throw ourselves into the SUV and drive down to where they are standing; on the ground is a stray so severely hit that my heart aches to see him. I know he is suffering.
His back was broken, his left eye was swollen, contorted and full of blood, and clearly he had inner bleeding and cranial trauma. I wanted him to get to the ER as fast as possible. By that time I wished we had a doggy stretcher because this was a fight to get him up.
He was scared and in a lot of pain and tried to defend himself-with all rights—I tried to put towels over his head (so he couldn’t see to snap at the hands trying to help him) and lift him up into the SUV, but his neck was going like holding a snake. He got hold of my hand, a warm sting felt in my arm. No time to whine in my evening dress, the dog was more important but at the same time we cursed the ones who had hit him and not stopped.
We all got in folding with towels and finally Todd got him up in the SUV. It was with big pain I closed the doors I knew that there was no way to save him only to end pain. Pio and Todd drove away to the animal ER, me and Martina dried the tears away, took deep breaths and entered the party.A phone call from the clinic told us what we already knew; a forever-ending shot to end his suffering was the only responsible, carrying option. The rainbow bridge was a very busy place this day, and many tears were falling.
Later I was talking to some people and I mentioned what had happen. ”Yeah, we saw that dog crawling over the street earlier this evening.”Stunned I looked at him and asked, ”And you didn’t stop?”
He was named Star in the paperwork. He was not alone, the ending was quick and not suffering, and never forgotten.The bill was 170 euro, but this is what AWL stands for, helping ending pain and suffering.
That’s our AWL Amore goals.
1 comment:
What a wonderful, wonderful group you are. In that last moment before heading to heaven all animals (including humans) need to leave with a sense of love and support. I know. I held a dog in my arms as it died that I had seen run over right in front of me on a side road in a rotten Los Angeles (a town taht can be as cruel for animals as Naples - yes it is that bad). No one stopped, he was bleeding all over, he was a goner. I kissed him and held him while he breathed his last breaths. I flagged down a pick-up truck to drive me (I sat with the dog in the back bed) to a vet that I paid to give him (#3475 was his case number - I have kept the receipt) a decent cremation. I was covered in blood like I had been shot or stabbed and people stared at me when I went in to a restaurant (fuck them) but all that mattered was that that sweet innocent dog left this earth with someone who gave a damn - clearly his owners did not.
Mia I only experienced such disgraceful, inhumane behavior, once and I did the right thing. You do it every day. I stand in awe. Thankfully there are people like you and your volunteers to compensate for all the trashy people in this world who abuse animals and are indifferent to suffering.
Bless you, and the people that ran him over and just drove off may they burn in hell.
Craig Kleber
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