My Blue got hit by a truck tonight, or the trailer of the truck, not sure - but she's stitched up and already home and sleeping (and drugged to an amusingly loopy state, never imagined a dog high before), and stitches was all she needed miraculously - it's already been over 3 hours hours now and I'm finally unwinding that tight burning awful adrenaline dump.
Finally realized why my mum used to be so bad with blood, cause it's never bothered me but I had to bite my tongue to stay conscious a couple times tonight. It's that you just so vehemently reject it from someone you care about so much.
No pictures - if this was about me getting hit by a car I literally did post pictures lasty year or the year before, because that's a "hah ha I'm so stupid and lucky" story but. . . it's not funny when it's my dog you know?
Just needed to vent a little.