29 May 2024
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I was riding a scooter from some activity towards home. I didn’t want to pedal, so I got my dog to pull the scooter like a sled dog. It felt good and pleasurable. I did this a few more times. I got home one day and I noticed that she looked very sick — she was bleeding profusely. Her rib cage was enlarged. She was stumbling and obviously very ill. I told my mom that she wasn’t okay and she said that she was doing just fine and didn’t need a vet. Until she looked under her harness and saw big bruises and more blood. I started crying, feeling guilty for making her pull me home every day. I felt I’d injured her. I quickly slipped on some high heels and ran out the door towards the vet. My dog started to exhale black smoke. I was worried, but I ran as fast as I could. I tried to stay behind my mom, but I lost her at some points — I just kept going in my own direction and hoped we’d meet at the vet. The beginning of the journey was difficult as I was slipping and falling all over due to the heels and the floor — it was laminated and uneven. And then it became easier. I began to walk in confident strides and the floor evened out. We found each other at the end of the trip, right before the vet’s office. We got our dog in just in time
