Last week, my littlest dog, Sammy, was attacked by a pit bull. My son, John, and a friend of the dog's owner came running out of the house (this happened in the side yard of our apartment) when they heard me screaming. It was a miracle that my son John, and the owner's friend, managed to pry the pit bull's mouth open and get Sammy released. I realized later that it was also a miracle that this dog didn't maul them, too, in addition to Sammy.
The grasp of this animal didn't penetrate any internal organs, or crush any bones - she did, however, give my little dog a huge break in his body wall, and after exploratory surgery, the vet said there was also extensive damage to his muscles. They put in a drain, and told me to watch him very closely for the next few days.
Yesterday, he had the drain removed. Today he seems to be much more lethargic than on the previous few days; if he doesn't improve tomorrow, we need to make another trip to the vet. I realize that his body needs time to heal, and it didn't help any that Boston had two bad snow storms since this happened, making it all the more difficult to find a place for my little, injured sweetheart to find a spot to go to the bathroom.
I can't begin to explain just how much an animal can capture one's heart. This little guy is pure love, making this aggressive attack all the more painful. I also can't explain just how helpless I have felt since this happened last Thursday.
Please pray for my little Sammy.