Not more than a week after we officially became "friends" she and her weimaraner Sylvie had a very bad day. On July 5th this popped up in my news feed:
Sylvie survived a 15 foot fall on our hike today. She was screaming and couldn't stand when I got to her. I knew immediately that her front leg/foot or something was broken, and I thought her back or pelvis was too. Carried her to the car and drove to the office. Xrays showed that she has an "avulsion fracture of her proximal 5th metacarpal bone" and per surgeon, she can pry get away with a cast. She was given a steroid injection for swelling and can now stand on her own and move her back legs in a decent manner. She just urinated fine (which is a good thing!), and while she needed help standing, she did well considering. I'm pretty sure she's more than used up her 9 lives at this point. Please keep her in your thoughts.
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| Is this not one of the most pitiful things you've seen? |
Thus began my evening of creepy internet stalking. I could have emailed any one of the many caring friends who were commenting on that post, but I thought that would come off too creepy (even for me). "Hi, you don't know me and I don't actually know Sara but could you tell me her home address so I could mail her a box of dog stuff?"
Fortunately for me, she had tagged her Vet further on in the post so I decided to send it to Sylvie's attention at the Vet Clinic. I figured she'd be spending lots of time there and they would get it to her. I asked a few people if that was creepy and I got mixed feedback, but I kept on with my plan.
On the 6th of July this was my only mission. I am, after all, unemployed and a good procrastinator of all things home-related, so this was a great diversion.
I didn't have any boxes left, so I bit the bullet and got one of the flat rate boxes from the post office. Then I went to my photo place to pick up a few photos of my dogs to send (all in an effort to appear less like a stalker). Then I went to Job Lot for dog toys because although I have dozens of toys that my dogs never play with, I was concerned that any or all of her dogs would have a sensitivity to our regular laundry detergent. So no sending used toys, didn't want to make anyone sick or sneezy. I picked up three different honking birds, because that's what a gun dog should play with :-) {For my non-dog people, dog toys should be washed in the same free & clear stuff you would use for an infant, just to be safe, when you give them to dogs you don't know or to a shelter.}
Then I went to my nearest dog bakery and picked out some home made dog biscuits, a pack of squirrel cookies, bone cookies and three "woofie pies".
Because I have no problem spending money or feeling guilty, I made sure I got enough for my two as well. So I split the two bags of cookies in half, making sure to leave Sara Renee the labels in case there were any allergy issues in her home, and I packed up the "woofie pie" as best I could with the toys and a get well card. Then I wrote all over the box, thanking the staff at the clinic for making sure it got into the right hands and off to the post office for mailing. They said it should arrive on Monday.
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| Outgoing! |
The mail clerk was right, it did arrive on Monday. And as my luck would have it, Sara Renee actually works at the clinic that Sylvie was treated at, which I did not know. All day Monday I was excited, hoping that Sara and Sylvie would get the surprise on delivery day.
Then, Monday night I see this pop up in my news feed with a photo!:
Thank you, Stephanie for making Sylvie and my day so very special. Imagine my surprise when Sylvie got a box full of toys, squirrel cookies, photos, and a get well card delivered at work! As soon as I opened the box, she started ripping out the toys and honking and squeaking to her hearts content :) Thank you again and again- it means a lot!
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| Sylvie and her goodies. Sara Renee can be found here and here |
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