I usually start with a title but today nothing seems right. I was going to talk about "bumps in the road" or feeling "crushed". But those hardly seem appropriate for even my dry sense of humor.
Sunday evening we went for a walk with the boys and the dogs. We went all through this park and arrived home around 8:10pm. The boys went to shower and the dogs slipped out the door. Unnoticed. Around 8:15 a neighbor ran over to tell me the dogs were hit by a car. My heart dropped.
In all the chaos and details that I prefer to erase from my mind... Both dogs were outside our door.
Physically they appeared to be fine, I imagined much much worse. I was able to remain calm enough to get to the vet with Keith. This was an emergency vet who was already alerted by kind Germans that we were on our way.
The dogs spent the night there. I'm going to assume the got more sleep then we did. The boys didn't hear or see anything. They were told the dogs would be ok and I was banking on every prayer that I was right.
The next morning we transferred them to a specialist about an hour north of here. Today Maverick's lungs are being drained of fluid. Once they do that he will be able to have his front paw addressed and stitched up. Goose will have surgery today on his back tibia. They also found a foreign body in his stomach. I can only assume it's a rock. Silly dog.
I miss them like crazy. I told the boys they would be home by the weekend. They are begging to go see them. Me too. Those big, expensive, smelly, hairy, loveable, loyal, trusting, humorous puppies are a part of our hearts.
Please pray for them, and for the boys. It's been a hard transition here and they can't experience more crushing news. As tragic as it was, I know with all my heart that those dogs have been loved like no other. I feel the same in return. Get well soon Maverick and Goose. We have many more years of hair and poop to clean up!! We're waiting for your return home.
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