I was walking my dog the other day along a busy street in Wausau.
On the other side of the street, a girl who was probably in her teens was playing with her puppy.
The puppy spotted my dog and me and bolted out into the busy street. I tried to shout at the little dog to stop it and I tried to stop traffic, but it didn't work. The dog was hit by a pick-up truck.
I didn't see it happen. Unable to watch it, I turned my head the other way before impact. When I looked back, the dog was laying in the middle of the road with it's rear legs twitching and blood coming from it's mouth.
I don't think the girl knew just how badly the dog was injured. She picked it up and carried it back over to the yard in which they had been playing, then shook it like she was trying to wake it up.
But the little critter died a few moments later.
I don't know if it was tougher to watch the dog die or the girl's heart break after she realized what had happened.
The man who hit the dog stopped and apologized, even though he had slammed on his breaks and it wasn't his fault. And some neighbors came out to comfort the devastated girl who just lost her dog. I also went over to see if she was alright. But I wasn't much of a comfort, because I was riddled with guilt for not being able to stop that other dog or traffic to prevent the accident. I even felt guilty for walking that route that day in the first place.
I cried pretty hard walking away from the incident. Watching the dog die, watching the girl's heartbreak, thinking about my own dog, getting angry with myself for showing emotion when I should have been tougher.
I teared up that night and the next day describing the incident to people as well. Again, that made me angry for not being tougher.
It still makes me sad when I drive past that house and see the empty dog house.
I don't know if there's a point in this story other then may be it's a reminder to PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE keep you pets from the road.