When you can tell your story without pain, it has become a wisdom.
We have a story to tell. How pain brought us together but we healed together 💙❤️
Column for Swedish Magazine by Mia Mattsson
Southern Italy 2010 –Olivia is five years old and Max is three years old.
Having children can often be a great and wonderful challenge. Children dare to be more outspoken, and in every conceivable situation. Also I have noticed when I give the children what I think is ‘good’ advice it is really me who should listen extra carefully and follow it instead.
Since I am not much better at keeping my own room in order though I desperately try…or do I, honestly?
One day the children and I went to the veterinary clinic with a sick dog we had picked up from the streets. His name was Lui, the locals told us. The dog was older and had been ‘happily’ homeless for several years. However, now he had problems with his joints after so many nights out in the cold. The dog Lui had also an internal disease, which had to be kept under control with medication. The children and I could offer Lui the following: a warm dog bed, good nutritious food, and the right medicine. Not to mention all the love we would pour over him. His last year would and should be good, we promised him. The vet welcomed us without looking me in the eyes.
Max, my son, protested loudly that one should always look into one’s the other’s eyes when greeting. Abashed, I smiled at the vet.
While the vet examined Lui, I updated him about the dog’s background.
“I don’t understand all these people who rescue sick dogs!” the doctor muttered.
When I was on my way to protest, he put the stethoscope in his ears.
I bit my tongue, smiling towards my children who looked like two small question marks.
“In my opinion this dog would never live!” exclaimed the vet. “You collect a lot of sick animals.” he continued.
My daughter Olivia looked at him with her wise blue eyes and replied calmly,
“And you collect a lot of negative thoughts. My mother always says that no one should collect such thoughts!”
I had to go in to hospital after a nasty dog bite. Some asked why I tried to separate the dogs. In moments of panic and scream you try to do quick things, solutions.
I have worked with thousands of dogs but never have I seen a situation like this one!
The 30 kg dog attacked Sammy 12 kg without any warning and it was a direct go for kill.
I first tried the water bucket assisted by horrified Max (and Sammy is his dog)
The chewing from the big jaws on Sammy’s throat.
Then I reached for a kind of vacuum machine to hit the head with— which broke No reaction from the dog!
I tried push his eyes in. Make him snap out of it!
When Sammy passed out in his jaws, yes, I tried to bend his jaw open while Olivia tried to suffocate him. That’s when he open his mouth but he was quick, like jaws! And I tried to protect the kids in case he would turn around towards them. He was hanging in my hands.
Would I do it again? Yes!
My wounds looked like nothing compared to Sammy. My first instinct was Sammy’s life. So I drove him bleeding like crazy to our veterinarian that did a good job.
Sammy was in severe shock and we needed a special ct scan to see if his throat was damaged. I drove Sammy to another veterinarian one hour away, and yes still I didn’t think of my fingers.
I even parking on handicap without thinking.
Late, I returned home, and cleaning off my wounds.
In the night that’s when it start to hurt and swollen
I fed the dogs, and then went to the ER
I didn’t try to be a hero — only to save our beloved dog, Sammy!
I stayed for a couple of days, however, now I am home if I clean my wounds and makes a new hand-wrap.
It was so sad staying in the hospital, for many reasons.
Later, I will share my thoughts and experiences.
Have a great Little Christmas 🎄