Please submit this on my behalf. Written on Monday, November 12, 2018
Hi, my name is Tommy.
My mother has shared with me how much you have all reached out with your support for our family so I felt compelled to write a little about what has happened over the last few days as well as thank you all for your support.
The last 3 days of my life have been devastating. In the span of three days we have gone from a house of five dogs to a house of two. Two of them are no longer with us and one has been removed from our home and quarantined.
Saturday morning while we were volunteering with Animal Compassion Team, we received a call from one of our neighbors that our dogs had been involved in a fight with each other. The two larger dogs (Ellie and Zeke) had apparently (most likely during play) escalated things to a dangerous level and attacked my eldest beagle, Sid. He was bitten multiple times on his back, chest, leg, and head.
We rushed home when we heard the news. As soon as I got in the driveway I bolted out of the car and in to the house to find my injured dog. Upon entry three animal control people were trying to lasso a confused, and by that time, docile Zeke. Ellie was curled up confused and scared on the couch and Kenji, my youngest beagle, came running out of my room scared.
I was sure on the ride over the he was the one injured and was surprised to see him unharmed. The animal control people alerted me that they had loaded my injured dog in to their vehicle. I ran out and demanded the vehicle door be opened. I jumped inside a dark metal holding chamber to see my bleeding and scared Sid curled up in the corner.
I swooped him up in my arms and sprinted to my car. When I went to load him in the back seat my youngest, Kenji, jumped in as well to ride with us. Apparently, in this confusion, Ellie managed to run out the door as I left to take Sid to the emergency vet. The police tried to tail her but lost sight of her.
I drove as quickly as I could and will admit I ran a few red lights on my way to the emergency vet. I kept telling Sid to stay with me as I drove like I never had. When I got to the vet and when they were able to examine him it originally looked bright. The vet thought he had a chance to make it. This unfortunately fell apart over the next two days. The stitched skin around the wounds began to die and he was not healing. He was in pain.
Ellie was found the next day. She had made it about three and a half miles from our house and was hit by a Ford Pickup truck on the freeway. Her injuries were extremely severe and due to the trauma and pain she was experiencing the best thing for her was to be put to rest.
Today around 5 a.m., Sid "Vicious" Brown left us. He wagged his tail when he saw us and wanted to get up so bad but I had to keep him down because of his injuries. It was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. I spent a few minutes saying my goodbyes, hugging and crying on him. I called for the vet. I wrapped my arms around him, held him tight, and told him how sorry I was that I was not able to protect him. I told him how much I loved him. I told him how much he meant to me. I let his brother, Kenji, smell him and say goodbye.
I then asked for the vet to end his pain and cried harder than I ever have. Then I let Kenji smell that his brother was gone.
I had lost faith in social media a long time ago, which is why I don't have it. I am so grateful and blown away by the support you have all given me and my family. I want to thank each and every one of you for everything you have all donated trying to help Sid. He was my special boy. He loved everyone and every animal. He was a kind gentle soul who will be missed not only by me but by many.
Kenji and I are still here, trying to pick up the pieces and we are so grateful for all of you.
I don't think this hole in my heart will ever go away. There truly wasn't ever and never will be a dog like Sid.