One Friday morning I took my coffee outside to the patio. I noticed that a dog was howling, at a house behind me and over one. I don’t really know any of the neighbors behind me. We all have 6’ fences. I didn’t even realize there was a dog living there. The only time I have heard any howling is some afternoons when the ice cream truck comes by playing loud music and then the whole neighborhood joins in. As I was thinking about all of this, suddenly my “knowing” kicked in. I instantly KNEW the dog was in distress.
My insides started churning and I immediately fell into ‘denial’ and started arguing with myself. ‘no, he’s just howling… he is distressed! What can I do about it anyway…if I go over there, they would just slam the door in my face…if I call someone (who?) they will get mad and retaliate. He’s just howling,’ and on goes the argument as my stomach is doubling me over in pain. I realize that I am pacing, which is what I have done in the past when I KNOW something. Okay, acceptance.
I went inside the house and told my husband. He knows from past experiences with me that this must be true. We called the local humane society (more like a rescue organization) and only said that this neighbor’s dog is howling in distress and that the howling doesn’t bother us but the distress is our concern. They didn’t even question us and told us they will check it out right away.
As time went by, all was quiet over there. I hoped I was wrong and tried to continue with the day. The next day, Saturday, we called the humane society to find out what had happened. We identified ourselves as the neighbors who had called in on Friday. This is what they said, “Well, one was too far gone and they had to put him down. The other one is under a veterinarians care.”
This doesn’t make me feel good. I can’t let go of it. I don’t understand this “knowing” stuff. I try to feel good because maybe the one dog was saved, but it just makes me cry.
updated by @wetpaint: 03/18/17 11:57:01AM