My dog was attacked in the dog park while I was walking her the other day
She’s only a five-pound pomeranian, and as soon as we stepped into the park this Jack Russell Terrier immediately went after her and sank its teeth into her neck. As I kicked and punched the dog to get off of her, the owner stood there staring and did nothing to help me. The dog wouldn’t let go of her and she was bleeding all over. I finally worked up enough power and kicked the dog so hard that it wimpered and finally let go of my dog long enough for me to scoop her up. She bled all over me and pooped herself because she was so scared (also all over me), and the owner still did nothing. I got her name and address and ran like hell with my dog back to my house, wrapped her in a towel, and drove down the unfamiliar Florida streets trying to find a clinic that was open at 5pm on a Sunday on New Year’s Day. I shockingly found one open and ran her in, and they took her immediately and shaved her down to see the damage. Luckily, because of her dog collar, the dog just missed ripping her jugular vein, which would have killed her. The vet stopped her bleeding, gave her a pain shot, and gave her antibiotics, and I ended up having to pay around $300 for it all, which was all I had to my name. And somewhere in the middle of it all, I realized that the dog bit me hard too in the leg and I was bleeding, so I had to go after dropping my dog off home to the ER to get a tetanus shot (painful) and have it cleaned out.
I can’t believe I almost had a second dog die on me bleeding all over the place like that. I can’t believe that I’m starting yet ANOTHER year in this shitty way. I feel really stressed and awful and hopeless, if you want me to be honest with you. Between this and my grandfather slowly dying of cancer in New York (who I’ll have to go home and take care of till the end in three days), it just seems as though bad times just won’t end.
I’m just absolutely exhausted and defeated. I need a new job, but I’m afraid to go back to Madrid and leave my grandpa. And I feel as though no one understands exactly how exhausted and hopeless I’ve felt about things for so long now. It’s just starting to feel like nothing’s ever going to get better.
