I am ridden with guilt. My heart is broken. My stomach hurts.
Yesterday, as I was on my way to work, I glanced over to the side of the busy highway and saw a dog laying on its side, tail wagging quickly. The dog (I'm sure) was hit by a car. He obviously was injured to the point that he or she could not move away. I couldn't stop to render aid. I wanted desparately to turn around to go help this dog. Get it off the road, get it to the hospital. But, I couldn't. I had to continue to work to meet my CIO who was coming to town to speak to the Houston folks about the recent CEO change. It was a big day at work with many meetings that I had to facilitate as well as get the senior executive to the places he needed to be throughout the day.
So, I had to fail this suffering dog. I am weeping as I write this.
I did the only thing I could do at the time. I called 311 who transferred me to TxDot. The agent told me he would send Animal Control. I asked him to please hurry.
All day, I was ridden with guilt, hoping and praying that either someone else would stop and render aid or that Animal control would get there in time to help this dog.
This morning, I drove by the same spot. The dog is still there. Different position and dead.
This dog will haunt me forever. Run free, I am so sorry I didn't help you.