This is a story about a little brown Chihuahua. It was 7:30 a.m. and I was on my way to work. I saw her laying in the center of a busy street, hurt and crying, another dog was trying to stay with her but the traffic was too busy. I parked on the road and, with little thought to my safety, got out of the car to try and stop traffic and get to her.
I froze as a car and a truck traveling at 40 mph straddled the Chihuahua just barely missing her. A gap opened in traffic, I grabbed her. I got us both back to the car and a quick glance around showed no sign of the second dog. I had to get the Chihuahua to a vet if she was to survive.
Not knowing where to take her, my first stop was the PetsMart at Ward Parkway. The vet wasn’t there but they checked her for a chip. She didn’t have one. The store manager, Kathy, gave me directions to the emergency clinic. At the clinic, the Chihuahua was taken in and evaluated. By this time I was thinking of the Chihuahua as “Hope” because of something I had said to Kathy, “Where’s there’s breath, there’s hope.”
After her evaluation, it was explained to me that Hope had brain damage. The next 24 hours in the ICU would tell if she would improve. I gave them my contact information and went on to work. I got the call at about 1:30 p.m. that afternoon. Hope had taken a turn for the worse and had to be euthanized. I was heartbroken. My consolation is that the veterinary team gave Hope a fighting chance and, in the end, she was in the arms of people who care. I want to thank the clinic staff for their efforts to save Hope and their kindness to me.