On Monday night, my husband and I were driving south on 2A toward St. George when we noticed a line of cars pulled over on both sides of the road.
We parked behind the last car in the shoulder, and as I got out to see what was happening, I noticed several people in the road and a woman talking to someone in a truck. I asked the woman if she knew what had happened and she told me that a golden retriever was hit by a car. I was devastated; I am a dog lover and have a rescue retriever mix at home.
People passed word along that the dog was breathing very heavily and the outlook was not good. The Williston police arrived to provide additional assistance.
I don’t know if the dog pulled through. What I do know, and want that dog’s family to know, is that he or she was not alone that night. In addition to the people administering aid, cars had lined up far back on both sides of the road and it was very quiet out of respect for the injured dog. No one was trying to drive through even though there was an open lane; everyone wanted the police to have as much room as possible to work in a calm setting. People were genuinely concerned for the dog and its wellbeing.
Finally, when the police took the dog, a gentleman motioned cars ahead and people drove slowly past. I know everyone was hoping for the best for the retriever and the family that may not have even realized what happened yet.
There are so many things I love about my adopted state of Vermont. On Monday night, I loved the respect and care that Vermonters show for those members of our family that give unconditional love, a wealth of entertainment and never-ending loyalty…while asking for so little in return.