Yesterday I wrote a post about the year anniversary of Ozzy passing away. It was a sad time writing the post, but it was good therapy to write it. I was always thankful that we were able to plan the last couple days of Ozzy’s life, and ensure he wasn’t suffering. Being that it was the first up close and pet we’d lost, there were a lot of unknowns and uncertainities.
Yesterday afternoon, Jayne cornered a woodchuck in the backyard. I have no idea how the fat little chuck managed to get his way into our fenced in yard, but he did. While at first not believing what I was seeing, Jayne went head first in to sniff or bite maybe the woodchuck, and in retaliation, the woodchuck bit Jayne. We didn’t notice at first because Jayne never yelped and never acted at all uncomfortable. We discovered the bite while I was prepping pizzas, which for a second seemed inconvenient, but I just finished what I was doing and took Jayne to the emergency room for dogs.
She just needed some stitching up, nothing serious in turns out. The stitching couldn’t wait so bringing her to the vet right away was the right call. However, the couple next to me wasn’t so lucky. Trying not to overhear their conversation, they were deep in trying to decide if their dog could be helped or had reached the end of the line. It sounded like the dog was in some pain. I left before they made any decision, but as I was leaving, I watched a pair of women, one who’d obviously been crying, carry in a tiny little dog. No idea what was happening their, as I was very, very much wanting to get out of there.
With Jayne, it could have been a lot worse. The cut could have been deeper, it could have been on the neck, etc. With Ozzy, it could have been worse if he’d suffer. A trip to the vet emergency room on the year anniversary of Ozzy passing away was not how i wanted to spend my Saturday night, but it could have been a lot worse, and I’m thankful for that.