This really, really fucking sucks.
I had a class yesterday at around noon, so I decided to leave my house at 11:50 (I live pretty close to my college).
Driving to class, I stopped at a gas station to fill up my tank and found myself face to face with one of the worst fucking things a human being ever has to see. I saw a dog, limping slightly from his front left leg, going up to people and sniffing / licking them / barking at them weakly ; I'm guessing in hopes of getting something out of it (like a piece of fucking bread).
I picked up the dog to take it inside the gas station with me, so I could buy something for it to munch on. Right when I picked it up, however, I noticed that it whimpered slightly at my touch, and upon further inspection, I noticed it wasn't just his left leg that was fucked up, it was the entire left side of his body, leading all the way down to his ribcage. This dog had been hit by a fucking car.
Forgetting completely about the noon class, I carefully placed it in the backseat of my car, where it sort of drooped down and rested its head on the side. I went inside and bought a beef jerky and a bottle of water. The water I gave to him by cupping it in my hands while it lapped it up.
When I placed the beef stick in front of him, he proceeded to rip that thing apart greedily. It made me feel like shit to think that this dog had probably not eaten in days.
I got in my car, and U-turned, heading back in the direction of my house, where nearby is a local vet. The dog fell asleep in the backseat during the car ride, with the entire stick of beef jerky inside his stomach and half a bottle of Zephyrhills downed.
When I got out at the vet, I went over to his side, opened the door, and patted him to wake him up. When that didn't work, I shook him a little bit, and kept saying, "hey, hey, psst".
The fucking thing wasn't asleep. He wasn't fucking asleep at all.
That dog fucking died in my car. I drove way too fucking slow, way too fucking gently.
Fuck whoever hit that dog with their car. I hope right after they hit it, their wheel popped and they violently crashed into a tree.
If you have what it takes to nail a dog with your dumb ass driving, at least get out of the car and see if it's still breathing, you dickfuck. And if it's hurt, take responsibility for it. It's your fault, you horrible piece of shit.
I had a class yesterday at around noon, so I decided to leave my house at 11:50 (I live pretty close to my college).
Driving to class, I stopped at a gas station to fill up my tank and found myself face to face with one of the worst fucking things a human being ever has to see. I saw a dog, limping slightly from his front left leg, going up to people and sniffing / licking them / barking at them weakly ; I'm guessing in hopes of getting something out of it (like a piece of fucking bread).
I picked up the dog to take it inside the gas station with me, so I could buy something for it to munch on. Right when I picked it up, however, I noticed that it whimpered slightly at my touch, and upon further inspection, I noticed it wasn't just his left leg that was fucked up, it was the entire left side of his body, leading all the way down to his ribcage. This dog had been hit by a fucking car.
Forgetting completely about the noon class, I carefully placed it in the backseat of my car, where it sort of drooped down and rested its head on the side. I went inside and bought a beef jerky and a bottle of water. The water I gave to him by cupping it in my hands while it lapped it up.
When I placed the beef stick in front of him, he proceeded to rip that thing apart greedily. It made me feel like shit to think that this dog had probably not eaten in days.
I got in my car, and U-turned, heading back in the direction of my house, where nearby is a local vet. The dog fell asleep in the backseat during the car ride, with the entire stick of beef jerky inside his stomach and half a bottle of Zephyrhills downed.
When I got out at the vet, I went over to his side, opened the door, and patted him to wake him up. When that didn't work, I shook him a little bit, and kept saying, "hey, hey, psst".
The fucking thing wasn't asleep. He wasn't fucking asleep at all.
That dog fucking died in my car. I drove way too fucking slow, way too fucking gently.
Fuck whoever hit that dog with their car. I hope right after they hit it, their wheel popped and they violently crashed into a tree.
If you have what it takes to nail a dog with your dumb ass driving, at least get out of the car and see if it's still breathing, you dickfuck. And if it's hurt, take responsibility for it. It's your fault, you horrible piece of shit.