(DOG RESCUE/OP-ED/TOUCHING TALES) In the article below, a young man tells the story of how he saved his best friend, a dog named Cow. Valor’s story is a sad one, with a very important message. Continue reading this heroic story as Valor tells about the day that changed his life—the day he risked his own life to save his beloved companion. — Global Animal
Scars are left from a rather unfortunate day for me and my dog. These scars tell a story in the same way a photo shows an event in time, and for me this story begins out of boredom. I was stuck in my room, doing nothing but browsing the Internet and occasionally writing a sentence or two in a story that I have long since abandoned.
I decided that it was best I go for a walk. I was given the leash to my dog Cow. When Cow saw that she was going on a walk, she jumped up and down off the furniture towards the door. I hooked her up and off we went into the streets of Doty Ave. It was a straight shot to the Hawthorne airfield, so I decided it would make for an interesting route to watch the planes take off and land.
Cow and I walked the thin strip of concrete down to the shopping center. She walked with amusement and wonder for the passing cars and planes she most likely never saw before in her entire life. Once we got to the shopping center I could see the SpaceX building and the shops. Cow attempted to steal someone’s pastry as we passed by the Starbucks, and she could not resist the phone store; she actually sat down in front of it trying to stop me from pulling her away.
Finally we reached our destination: Quiznos. I tied Cow to a pole and went inside to get a sandwich. While doing so, the damn dog escaped her leash by backing up and pulling her head out. It only took her about three seconds to run off into the Verizon store, which I’m thankful she did. I got her collar and ran into the store.
There was an entire line of people looking at me as if I had committed a crime. One lady even went out of her way to call me an “a**hole,” which was uncalled for. Then, there was Cow, who I found being held down by a Verizon store clerk who seemed quite fond of her.
I entered the store, and instead of taking the time to get a sandwich, I just got a drink and left. As it turned out, the cashier gave me fifteen dollars instead of the nine dollars and fifty cents he owed me. Once finished with the drink, I went back into the shop and gave back the money. The cashier proceeded to give me a sandwich for free. After I was done with the meal, the cashier approached me with a ten dollar bill and an expression of pride. I will not forget the things he said to me.
“I want you to have this.” He handed me a tattered ten dollar bill.
“Oh, no, I’m not in poverty.” I was surprised and a bit confused.
The man just smiled and said, “I know that, but what you did back there returning that money was a good thing, and I believe that good deeds should be rewarded.” I sat there thinking about what he said.
“Um, well, thank you. By the way, what’s your name?” I looked at his name tag several seconds later and realized what a moron I am.
“It’s Joe. And yours, if you don’t mind me asking?” I stumbled upon words for a few seconds and then I gave an answer.
He smiled, saying, “Well, nice talking to you.”
Cow and I walked back home. About midway through the march, she showed a sign of K9 superstition. As we passed by tarps, she began showing signs of fear. When the tarps were pushed up by the force of the passing car, she became so scared that she actually did the same thing she did at the shopping center and ran into the street. And there she went, right under a bus.
All I could hear was her body hitting the metal of the bus and the concrete. I saw her come out from under the bus, spraying defecation and blood. I was surprised she hadn’t died upon impact.
I went into the middle of the street, yelling, “Stop! Stop your cars right now!” and ran to Cow before another car could come and finish the job. I picked her up under the belly and hoisted her under my arm.
Then, I felt her bite. It didn’t hurt much—it just felt like something had pierced my arm. I looked down and I saw her biting my arm. My arm looked like a pancake, covered in blood. I passed a Tesla car with a driver who revved his engine, indifferent about the situation and only intent on getting to his destination.
Finally I reached the small slab of concrete. I lowered Cow as close as I could to the ground and waited for her to release her jaw. I sat down for a minute and assessed the damage to my arm, which turned out to be pretty bad, flowing blood like a river, all over the place.
I went to the nearest car, which did not help. Then another car, and yet another. Almost ten cars passed before one stopped to help me. A tall, wide man stepped out of his car. I plead for a shirt or a jacket, and he began to call an ambulance. Firefighters arrived within three minutes, maybe less.
I was loaded into an ambulance, and we waited there for my parents or anyone else to come and get me. I heard paramedics and bystanders talking about how Animal Control was going to handle the situation with the dog, which would have included on-site euthanasia. But they would have to kill me first.
I requested the medic unstrap me so I could wait by my dog for my father to come.
“It’s against the law for us to let you go without an adult,” he replied.
Since I knew debating my leave would not work, I had to stop them from taking off, so I began pleading with them not to let Animal Control near my dog.
Luckily, my father arrived before I needed to do anything drastic. We loaded Cow into the back of the BMW and headed to the nearest veterinary hospital. Afterwards, we went to get my arm checked. I needed twelve stitches.
Cow luckily survived her run in with a bus, but she fears me now. That’s okay; after all, she is an animal. So are we. Some might ask if risking my life to save a dog who now fears me was worth it. I simply answer, yes. Cow brings happiness to many people. Not only that; I would have done the same for any other dog or living being.
I believe that as the dominant species on this planet we must protect the world we have exploited to survive and thrive in. To pay our dues to Earth, we must treat it well and fix what we have done. Though saving one dog might not have saved one hundred dogs who were put to sleep that night, I still saved a life, and that’s all that matters.