I'm not really up to rehashing the details, but we were out with the dogs today, and Harry got away from us. He took off across a 4-lane road, with BF hot on his heels. Before BF could get to him, a car found him first. The car had slammed on the brakes, and did hit him (a very kind lady who had stopped to help us catch him saw him bounce off the car's front bumper), but I guess it wasn't too hard, because he didn't even have a scratch on him. He came trotting over to us right after it happened, not limping or whimpering or anything. I looked him over really well before I completely fell apart, crying and hugging him and not wanting to let go. We came home and switched collars (his collar broke) and I took him to the e-vet. The vet gave him a thorough exam and said he was fine. All his vitals were good, and he had no external nor signs of any internal injuries. Since we got back from the vet, he's been sleeping mostly, but also wanting to play fetch, the silly goofball.
We'll be keeping an eye on him, of course, over the next few days. He may be sore tomorrow, and I'm going to bring both the dogs to work with me tomorrow, so I can watch him all day. I'm not ready to leave him alone yet.
BF said Harry must have a horseshoe up his butt. I'm still in shock, I came so close to losing my sweet baby boy today. Just thinking about it makes me break down again. But, someone's looking out for him, for sure. I don't think I've ever been so scared in my life as I was today. I'm just so grateful he is alright, and also very thankful to the lady who stopped to help us. I can't help but think of what could have happened, but am just so thankful that it did not. I also feel guilty, like there are things I should have done, but really, it was one of those freak things, something you can never really prepare for, ya know? Sorry, I'm rambling, but I can't help it. I just don't know what I would do if I lost him...he's my baby!