Today was supposed to be a good day...it's my first day off in over a week. I was pulling out of my driveway to meet my sister for coffee this morning, when I saw a mound of fur in the middle of the road. I knew it was a dog that had been hit, and that it was probably dead. Still, I couldn't just leave it there, so I pulled over and walked over to it. Turns out if was a medium sized beagle mix. She was still alive but barely. She was covered in blood and breathing very shallow. I got some towels from the house and wrapped her up. I laid her on the front porch and sat with her until she died about twenty minutes later. I would have taken her to the vet, but it was very obvious that she was not going to make it. I called the number on her tag but all I got was someone's voicemail. I left a brief message but so far no one has called me back. The poor dog is still out on my porch wrapped up in the towels. I am going to wait to see if I can get in touch with the owner, and if not, I will bury her tomorrow. She was obviously very old and very sweet. She licked my hand as I talked to her. I still can't quit crying....bad bad day...
