Cali and I were traveling though Winnemucca, Nevada on 9/11. Although our experience was nothing like the horrible attack on our country many years ago, we did have a “brush with disaster.”
Sometimes, one wonders about fate – how is one aligned to be in a certain place at a certain time for an “event.” I had stopped for gas at a Maverick Store, but alas it was a smaller one and they had no frozen yogurt machine. (On a dry, hot, long drive Maverick’s frozen yogurt is delicious and only $1.00 for a cone!) The cashier told me there was another Maverick store near, and they indeed had frozen yogurt. So, my Cali girl and I made a beeline to the other store. (Cali had vanilla of course!)
The day was sunny and we sat on the curb of a side street enjoying our cool treat. We were ready to move on and I was gesturing Cali to hop into the rig when a truck with a flatbed trailer came flying down the side street making tons of noise. Before I could stop her Cali ran a couple of feet to the trailer and proceed to bark at it.
Somehow, she got underneath the flatbed and I saw her roll and come out the other side. She was limping and whimpering. My hands were trembling, but I found Keystone Animal Hospital only 1.3 miles away on my cell phone. I called as I drove, and they took her right in. I’m surprised they understood me as I was crying hysterically.
As it turned out, her injuries were superficial. She had a cut next to her left eye (very, very close) and since she’s almost eleven and has some arthritis in her hind legs she was sore. The vet gave her an injection to calm her and help with the pain, and then treated her cut and gave her an x-ray. It’s a miracle, but she came out virtually unscathed.
We were on our way with some antibiotics, arthritis pain medication, and a topical spray for the cut. Cali whimpered some the first evening, but the next day jumped up and down from the seats in the rig – although I tried to make her let me lift her.
We’ve been “best friends” since she was just a puppy at six weeks old. I cried later that night – it was a mixture of thankfulness and fear that I’d almost lost her. For those who aren’t pet owners, it’s difficult to explain the bond…