I knew once I saw what I saw, there was no going back. What was seen couldn’t be unseen. I had to do something for my friend
Near my Savannah training location used while competing in the States and as a temporary guest of my US host family, sits a power company right-of-way with forests on either side.
I’ve traveled this way every day via Segway and walked my racing bikes this way to get to side roads for cycling training before hitting the busy roads. I noticed the pet carrier but never thought to look in it. Once I did, I knew a friend needed my help.
Inside the pet carrier were the remains of a small dog. More than likely the dog whose picture I had. More than likely the dog whose teeth marks were evident in several places. More than likely the dog of the previous residents.
I was momentarily confused and incensed: How could this be? How can this happen?
My inner voice steadied me and got me on track: “This isn’t right – it sucks! Make It Right!“
My friend had no name since I found no tag with his/her collar. I’d hate to think my friend died alone and in pain. Someone should be severely chastised – even punished for not properly showing respect for this animal.
While carefully gathering each and every bone fragment, lots of thoughts through my head.
I’d like to think good things about this dog’s life, but there are few encouraging signs.
Was it sick and left to die? Was it already dead and just left? Was it suffering?
I may never know the answers to these and so many other questions; but one thing I can answer – my friend will have its remains cared for and buried with all the rights, privileges & love worthy of a friend on Wednesday.
And I doesn’t matter if I didn’t know his/her name. Much like the Unknown Soldier, the name is known only to God.
I’ll have closure with that.