The people who owned the pup had of course already taken her to a veterinarian. The vet had inspected the pup's
leg and paw and found nothing wrong with it. So the neighbors had brought the pup back home, but she continued to limp. As my sister watched the puppy outside, she said she wished she knew what was wrong with her.
I was stunned when out of my mouth rolls the words, bring her in, I know what is wrong with her. I was as surprised as my sister at my statement!
My sister having grown up around me just knew not to question how or why in moments like this, and just walked toward the door. She called the puppy to her, and brought the puppy inside for me to look at.
immediately was petting the pup first, and blew my breathe into her face to establish a connection with her. I then picked up her leg and paw, it looked so perfect, no sign of any type of wound anywhere. As you know
well Collie's have very thick or dense fur.
I began separating her fur about two-thirds of the way up her leg, past her knee joint, not quite sure myself what I was looking for.
It did not take me long to separate the fur and to find just what I had apparently felt from her. There was a wound which went all around
the entirety of her leg, it was a very clean wound, not seeping at all. Just raw flesh.
This wound had been caused by, of all the strange things a rubber band!
The rubber band was still completely intact around the puppies leg, very tight still. It looked as if one of the neighbor's children had been playing with the pup and placed the rubber band on her leg as a bracelet.
The rubber band had cut down well into the muscles and tendons of the leg, leaving raw tendon exposed. I asked my sister for some scissors. While I was cutting the rubber band loose, the pup never uttered one
growl in my direction. I believe she knew I was there to help her. Her eyes told me she was happy to have my help.
After I cut the rubber band loose she looked so relieved. Her eyes thanking me for the relief.
I had worked for a vet as a teenager so I could tell the wound really needed to be stitched up all the way around the leg. Odd the thick fur had kept the wound clean and from getting infected. There was no infection, no
smell, nothing to alert me of the condition. I had to separate the dense hair to even find what i was looking for or I guess feeling for. I sent the pup back next door with my sister to tell the neighbor to
take her back to the vet.
I sat down upon the sofa, shaken emotionally by the whole experience....who told me what was wrong with the pup? Did the pup tell me?
How did I know all that? It bothered me in some strange way that I did know... how did I know those facts. I had never even looked out the window at the pup, never saw her till my
sister brought her in the door. The entire experience was so spontaneous, and brief, maybe five minutes total.
I finally concluded this insight had to come from the puppy herself. The pup was the only one
that could have relayed that information to me. Plus it was her leg that was hurting.
I have always been close emotionally with animals. In my younger years even preferring them to human company. This
event really changed my perspective of the so called dumb beast theory that is common. I could sense the pup was very appreciative
to have the tight rubber band off her leg. She gazed into my eyes with such a heartfelt presence in her eyes to mine.