Hello fashionistas!!! =) Hope you had a good thursday.=)
Mine was a bit wet and miserable. =( You know me, i’d wear blazers everyday if i could. But i cant do it today. It was raining all day that when we walked the dogs, we looked like wet rats! And i only ran for half an hour, i looked ridiculous.
Tonight we watched “My sister’s keeper.” We knew its gonna be depressing, but we wantched it anyway. Hollywood changed the story as usual but it wasnt so bad, i still cried. And for me, it is Cameron’s best so far. The mother was amazing, selfish and with such mother love that some of you might relate to. I only have dogs but i can say i’d do anything for them. I dont allow my sisters to walk them because i almost lost them in road accident. We were in the park, me and my two sisters, and the boys (my sisters’s friends) we were just messing around, i was smoking while watching the boys play with the dogs. Suddenly it became less funny and my Poodle got scared cuz one boy wont stop chasing her. She ran away from where we were and headed to busiest road of the city. My heart stopped when i realized what’s about to happen. She’s gonna cross the road cuz on the other side is our building. I was screaming and i thought i’d have heart attack. I was shouting “Baby!! Come back here! Not on the road!” But my screaming only panicked her more. She wanted to come back to me but the boy who was chasing her was still chasing her, then trying to save her. And she crossed the road….She survived the first lane, the car missed her. But not the next one. I was just behind her, still trying to catch her and not caring about cars coming from both directions. The car got her though the driver slowed down when he saw me and the dog and what’s happening. But i forgot i have one more dog. My pekingese was behind me, as if saying “Mommy, why are you running?! Wait for me!!!” He’s running after me, me running after his sister. My sister screamed his name and i looked back and saw the lights of the car, coming fast towards him. I dont know how i did it but i picked him up and i still dont know how i made it. So i got him, ran towards the car that hit my poodle. He’s (the driver) still there, as if waiting for me to pick up my dead dog. The cars behind him didnt even honk though i was causing the traffic. So i searched for my lifeless dog under the car. She wasnt there. That’s when i started to cry. I searched the bushes and expecting her lying there, bloody and dead. Maybe she still managed to crawl. But she wasnt there. One of the bystanders spoke in Russian and pointed at the street, our street that connects to the main road where she was hit. I ran and asked everybody i passed if they saw a dog. My crying freaked them out. I ran up to our apartment, and completely forgot we had elevator. We’re on 3rd floor, and by the time i was on the last set of stairs, i managed to look down and realized there’s blood all over the place. I said “No no. no..” and ran to our apartment. My baby was there, sitting infront of our door, with blood dripping from her head. I knew i shouldnt pick her up cuz she might have broken bones but i totally forgot about that and i picked her up and cried and said “Mommy’s here,mommy’s here..” for like a thousand times till my sisters and the boys arrived. Nobody said a word… they just watched me cry. Everybody knew it was bad. Then my sister’s boyfriend “Ukranian” who i love dearly, finally woke up and started dialling people’s numbers to find a vet. Ours was on holiday. My husband was in the UK. When we were already inside, i couldnt put her down, i didnt want to see how bad she was. I didnt care about the blood on the carpet, or on my J.Lo shirt.i didnt care about anything. I just wanted to hold her, saying “Sorry baby, mommy was stupid..stupid..stupid…stupid..”. Then one of the boys said i have to put her down and so we could inspect her. All the clinics are closed. It was 11:30 in the evening. So i slowly put her down…she walked. We just watched her walk in the living room, smelling the boys. And that’s when i decided to inspect her, trying to find the broken bits. I couldnt find anything except the wound in her lip, a scratch on her right from foot and scared eyes. That’s it. One of the boys said, it’s impossible, there must be something wrong with her! She cant survive that one. I saw her, he said. But one of the boys spoke. He had a better view. She knew the car was coming, she knew it’ll get her. And it did, that’s why she has a scratch on her right front foot (the car was coming from her right side) and a wound in her lip. The car hit her but she kept running and managed to make it, between the next set of tires. She ran under the car and in between two tires and got away….
We cleaned her wound and scratch and she slept with me that night, in our bed. They only get to do that when they’re sick. (and when they had operation, both of them) And i didnt sleep all night, i just kept whispering to her “thank you for not dying on me…it wont happen again, not ever again…”. I didnt dare tell my husband, not yet i thought. First thing in the morning we went to the vet to make sure. The vet said we were very very very lucky he cant believe it himself. That’s when i called my husband and told him everything. And he said, She’s Sqweezy. She has good reflexes, fast and with good calculation. All the games they’ve done in two and a half years have paid off…
And so that’s started my phobia. Whenever there’s a car while were with them, i panic and pick both of them up. My husband tries to calm me down but i shout at him and say “You dont understand! You werent there!” So now, they will only walk if im there.
That night remains to be the most scary moment of my life…
Sorry its a bit long, i just thought i’d share to you my being a “mother” even if i’m just a “Dog mommy” =) You should see the film. Its heartbreaking but if you’re a mum, you might like it.=)
Thank you for the comments and votes. Thank you so much…
To my baby girl and
To all the mothers here in Chictopia.=)
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