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I know it isn't possible, but I want to.
When I see a stray dog or cat - or kid - I want to gather them up and take them home.
Today, on my way home from a place I didn't even want to go to, I saw 2 big dogs by the side of a very busy road. I stopped - with some vague plan of coaxing them into my car.
Animal control pulled in right behind me and I asked her if I could help. She allowed as how she didn't want me to get bitten (sounds like a plan) so I followed her on the shoulder as she tried to coax these dogs to come to her.
One sort of ambled away - a big black old dog. The other panicked and bolted into the road and was hit.
She managed to stop traffic and get the dog off the road before anyone else hit him but I am sure that by now he is dead.
The other dog then came to us and she put a leash on him.
By this point, a man had stopped, blocking the outside lane so we and the dogs would not get hit. (Did I say busy street? It is an interstate and the major truck route into Atlanta.) And the woman who hit the dog had stopped and joined us.
Animal control backed her truck up. The man helped lift the dying dog into the truck. The woman kept saying "We couldn't swerve." That would have caused a major, major accident and would have resulted in injury or death. Love dogs, but she is right, she couldn't swerve.
The man lifted Smelly, the big black dog into the truck. We all hugged - because it was devastating that the yellow dog couldn't trust us enough to let us help.
On the way home, I called animal control and told them that if Smelly's owner doesn't claim him, I want to adopt him. So they have my name and number.
This is so symbolic of the kids who daily throw themselves in the street rather than let us help them.
I wish I could end on a happier note. As the Animal Control officer said, through tears, you never get used to it.