For me, today was one. of. those. days.
For the first time in the company's 15 year history, a dog died during a walk.
The walker is shattered. I'm not sure how he will go on. The owner is in such deep shock, I don't think she even knows what she is saying and the woman who hit the dog is hysterical.
It's one of those moments you see in the movies that ends up wreaking havoc in all directions.
As the fixer, it's for me to hold everyone both in my heart and in my hands. I've been present for everyone and at the same time, feel that no matter what I do, it won't be enough.
The little dog pooped on a wide meridian and when the walker bent down to pick it up, she stepped behind him and wiggled out of her harness. He didn't feel anything and when he stood up, he looked around and she was already running into the street.
Thankfully, it was instantaneous but, oh my. There just isn't enough broken heart to cover this.
The company owner and I went to visit the couple. Thankfully, I did all the talking and was able to express how deeply sorry we are.
It's weird. The dog normally wears a collar...had done for the whole time we have cared for her. Apparently, last night, she had a bath, and the owners didn't replace the collar. The harness was attached to the leash, on the usual hook.
So. sad.