Thursday, April 20, 2006

R.I.P Stumpy

Yesterday I saw something that is better left unseen, something that you witness and can't forget...

Somewhere between my friend's villa and my villa - walking towards my friend's car enroute to pick me up (my location is difficult to describe, bear with me) I heard moans. Weird, kind of... yelps, I guess is the best way to describe it.

I saw it was coming from my neighbors house, I saw my neighbor crouched over the passenger door of his car - and yes the WORST came to mind. You don't normally hear a 80 something year old man make those sounds, the easiest assumption leads to viagra involvement.

I'll leave you with that thought.

But I was sorely mistaken. The site I witnessed was much worse.

I am an animal lover. Cute animals, ugly animals, soft and cuddly, weird and scaley. I think they're all cute. No joke. Most tame animals don't scare me and I'll pet any stray animal I come across not thinking about the millions of gross things they could be carrying on them (my excuse is that I haven't taken micro yet, ignorance is bliss).

Introducing stumpy. The horribly ugly sailing dog this old man found as a puppy - who due to some unfortunate accident no longer has a tail. She has a chip on her shoulder. Doesn't like men (I'm assuming the male atiguan workers don't treat her very well - they usually kick, spit, inflict harm, etc. etc.) and usually attacks sp whenever he's walking towards my house alone. But she likes me. She included my house in her daily checks, coming onto my deck and poking her head in seemingly saying hi before running off to her own house checking her owner's boat for lizards. When studying on my back porch she comes over and sits with me keeping me company and sticking her head on my knee. Whenever she hears my voice she - ok long story short I thought the dog was adorable and needed love - and everyone else thought she was ugly.

Apparently my neighbor's "girlfriend" (I really think she's a hooker, but I dunno - he's kind of coo coo) had taken the car to get gas. Stumpy loves feeling the wind on her awkward face and went along. Girlfriend gets out of car... (see where I'm going with this?)

Stumpy doesn't.

It was hot yesterday, it must've easily hit 150 F in that car in about 15 minutes, stumpy would've been dead in 30 - heat stroke most likely.

I witnessed my old neighbor realizing where his stumpy had been for the entire day, trying to cuddle the dog back to life.

It was horrible.

From the
oh oh oh oh OH NO STUMPY! oh oh oh oh *sob* what happened *sob* the poor little thing *sob* oh oh oh stumpy wake up
to him pounding on stumpy's chest trying to bring her back with some sort of doggie CPR... I stood there torn between continuing my walk towards the car that was supposed to pick me up, and trying to help (which consisted of my staring at this poor man trying to bring the more that dead dog back to life.)

I hate witnessing death. It'll probably be one of the worst things I'll have to learn to deal with being a doctor. Death is a natural thing - but after witnessing this - selfish I know - I can't wait to go home and smother my dog with cuddles and all sorts of shenanigans that'll spoil him and make him even more of a pain for my unsuspecting parents.

p.s. I went over later to see if the old man was alright - and he already has himself a new puppy.

*sigh*

RIP Stumpy.

3 comments:

Caro said...

*tear* i'm such a sucker for stories like that. oh, here comes another one...*tear*

so, becoming a doctor...all i know is that the doctors near and dear to my heart know how to separate it. like when you're surrounded by death, you make the most of the life you have, as cheesy as that sounds. there's not much more that's certain in life besides death...and change, of course.

RIP stumpy

Galactichero said...

I used to have ferrets. Ferrets get cancer because of inbreeding. During law school I came home from an exam in time to have one of my ferrets ("Bonnie") literally seize and die in my hands. Waited, until I walked in the door and picked her up, to die. This after taking her to the emergency vet in the middle of the night before a communications law exam the week before, and months of feeding her with a syringe, giving her steroids, surgery on the adrenal gland. I was a wreck. I buried her in my parents backyard that morning, two hours away.

Clyde had to be put to sleep. His cancer was literally eating him away, from the beefiest ferret (I called him the "Arnold Schwarzeneger" of ferrets) I had ever seen to a skeletal mass of quivering flesh. I had to make the decision there in the vet. I told her he "wasn't having any fun anymore." I still have his ashes at my parents' house.

Then Joplin died. She was aggressively stupid, but good natured and a big talker. I let her out to play, and she curled up in a corner by the desk and just expired. I still have her ashes.

Warm your elbows up on that girlfriend of his. Practice for the IPOD bitch.

PinkBunny said...

That girlfriend does deserve an elbow. That's so cruel.

And a new puppy already? The shame!