He ran like the wind
MY colleague called me one day after christmas and asked if he could drop by with a gift for the family. I said oK. He came with a white, fluffy puppy in a red bow.
Snooky was a month-old Spitz. He had apparently chewed through the christmas tree wire, bitten buttons off shoes and peed on socks and messed up folded clothes. So he was banished from the house.
Snooky was a high spirited puppy, always playing, always happy. His greatest joy was running on the road. We taught him how to run all the way to my parents’ home, three roads away. Initially, we ran with him, chanting “go, mother”.
later, we let him run beside the car. other times, we tell him “go, mother” and we will take a side road to reach my parents’ home before he does. He quickly caught on and would keep looking back to see which way the car was going.
Snooky grew up and became a much loved family member. He did all the naughty things dogs do like chasing cats, barking at birds, pulling clothes off the line, running off with scrabble chips and such. When he slept, he looked like an angel.
one evening, when Snooky was two years old, we let him out while we had our evening tea. about an hour later, a neighbour came to the house to inform us that our dog was injured. We ran out to find that a neighbour two doors away had accidentally run over snooky’s legs.
Snooky had rushed into their house, chasing their cat, just as the car was reversing. Being Muslims, they did not touch him. What we saw, tore our hearts. Snooky was crawling on the road towards our house using just his front legs.
We picked Snooky up and rushed him to the vet. Snooky lay in the back seat without a sound. His eyes met ours when we placed him in the car and then he did not make any further contact. He knew the decision that was going to be made, even before we did.
The veterinary surgeon examined Snooky and told us that he had to amputate both the back legs, because not only were the bones smashed, the tendons and nerves were destroyed. He told us the dog would never walk again.
Never to see Snooky running like the wind was unthinkable. The vet advised us to put him down. Snooky looked at us then. His eyes said he understood. My husband held him for the last two seconds of his life. I left the room and could not stop crying.
Snooky was given a grand funeral. The passing away of a pet is painful enough, but the way he had to die and at such a young age made us mourn him for a long time. Snooky, our dear pet, we pray you are now an angel.