It’s 2:37 am. I just got back home from Zaiah’s, and on my way from his house, I hit a dog with my car. Weird part is, I had a feeling I was going to. I was not trying to, at all. But as I was leaving Zaiah’s house, I looked up at the moon and remember seeing a ring around the moon earlier in the night, which usually means bad luck. Anyway, I remembered thinking that earlier in the night as I was leaving and was driving carefully because I kept thinking “So many dogs like to wander out at night and run through the streets, I really hope I don’t come across any tonight.”
Maybe five minutes later, it happens. I see two dogs run across and slow down and move out of the way, but I do not see the one that stayed behind and hit it. I feel terrible and make a U-Turn, park my car and leave it on, lights as well.
I go to the dog, a chihuahua, where I find it lying in the street, stiff, it’s not breathing, but I can still feel the heart beating. I pick it up and walk over to the side, in front of where I parked. I immediately begin to start pumping it’s chest, gently blowing air in its face, and it starts to come to. I notice it’s back legs are still stiff so I try to stand it up, while holding it, and massage it’s back legs, straightening them out. By this point, the other dogs that were with it, are around us barking at me, wanting to come close but not knowing if I’m a threat or not, so I talk to them in a calming voice, telling them I’m sorry and that I’ll get their little friend back to “normal”.
The dog I hit, is actually able to stand up again, but is sort of loopy. I’m still holding it, massaging his sides and it turns it’s head to look at me, I let em go, and he sniffs my hands, turns to the other dogs it’s with, then walks off to the side with them.
After seeing it walk around for a bit, I feel a little relief for being able to bring it back to. I get back in my car, make sure all the dogs stay to the side, and start to drive back in the direction of home.
As I’m driving, I can’t help to think that I somehow knew it was going to happen, and it made me realize, I could have just been a bitch and left the dog there, on the street, but instead I pulled over, picked the dog up off the middle of the street not knowing how bad I had hit it, and stayed there on the side of the road until I knew it was okay again.
Now I’m in bed, not knowing if I’m a bad person for hitting a dog with my car, or a good person for doing what I did. I want to believe I made up for it by making it come to, but I still feel horrible for hitting it in the first place.
