Prayers for LeRoi ♥
I know this blog is supposed to be about baseball, and the Red Sox. But, this is also my blog, and I needed to post something about an incident that happened in my life. I needed to reach out to as many people as possible, and this was one of the ways I knew how… so here is the story, please take the time to read:
My heart hurts right
now. It is completely broken and I felt the need to vent and get this
off my chest, and writing has always been my outlet so I know this is
the healthiest choice for me.
So, here I sit at 12:30 AM
not able to sleep for the second night in a row—it’s pretty much a
lost cause for the time being. It has been about 30 hours since my
precious LeRoi was hit by a van in front of our house. It was nobody’s
fault, it was just bad timing for everything. I’d rather not go into
details about the actual accident, because I really don’t like thinking
From a medical perspective, he is actually
doing remarkably better than anyone expected. Last night they weren’t
sure he was going to make it at all, and they were seriously considering
immediate surgery to check for ruptured organs that could be causing
internal bleeding. But, after multiple tests were done, they came to the
conclusion that surgery wasn’t necessary right away. The bleeding
stopped after a few hours, which showed signs of improvement internally.
Something that wasn’t a serious concern right off the bat, but
certainly something that needs to be addressed, is his back left leg was
broken in two places, leaving his femur in three pieces. Obviously,
surgery is required to fix that but they don’t know if/when he will be
stable enough to go through that.. and amputation is something that
could possibly be considered depending on the severity of the breaks.
The surgeon is scheduled to see him tomorrow to give his opinion on what
he thinks we should do.
Throughout the night last night
and all of today, I have called the doctor to check in on him, and
they’ve kept me updated. He wasn’t stable enough to have visitors or
else I would have been there all day. His vitals have been more steady
and have definitely shown signs of improvement over time. They
completely believe, because of his size, that if there was any ruptured
organs, or internal bleeding, they would have noticed a significant
decrease in his health by now. So, that is very good news. He is heavily
sedated on pain medication, along with antibiotics and “shock
medication” to calm him down from the traumatic stress of the accident.
They have assured me, that despite the broken leg, he is in no pain at
all. They said he even stood up on his own and repositioned himself.
Unfortunately, he is refusing to eat, so they are going to try
everything they can to get food in his system.
of you who don’t know, LeRoi is two and a half years old. When he was
about six months old, on Easter Sunday of 2009, he was tied on our back
deck and jumped off and hung himself. He was in ICU and on oxygen for
three days. They weren’t sure he was going to make it, as he had extreme
damage to his trachea and esophagus, but he pulled through and had a
full recovery. He’s full size at eight or nine pounds. But, he is a
tough little guy, obviously, and I know that he can make it through
this, too. He can definitely be compared to Dustin Pedroia—small but
strong, mighty, and determined. LeRoi isn’t giving up, so neither will
This has been absolutely devastating for my family, to
say the least. He is a part of our family, and we couldn’t stand to
lose him this soon. Max, my brother’s dog, has been moping around all
day because he doesn’t have his playmate around. Although they fight
over toys, and growl at each other sometimes, it’s apparent how close
they are, especially when they’re not together and I can tell it’s
taking a toll on Max, cause he knows something is wrong.
doctor gave me his collar last night before we left, and I haven’t let
go of it since. I know it might sound sad, but this dog is my
everything. I have spent all day just looking at pictures of him, and
all I can do is think about him. If you don’t know the origin of his
name, as I know it’s not a common name for a dog, he was named after the
saxophonist for Dave Matthews Band, LeRoi Moore. LeRoi passed away
August of 2008, and I purchased my LeRoi January 2, 2009. Being the huge
DMB fans that we are, we agreed to name him that in honor of the
wonderful LeRoi Moore. As me and my parents were driving to our church
today, a DMB song came on the radio, which is extremely rare. It was
significant to me because it definitely proved to me that the power of
prayer is unbelievable and I know that LeRoi Moore is looking down over
Anyone who has met LeRoi has fallen in love with
him instantly. He is a spaztastic ball of energy who just loves, loves,
loves being around people. He loves to play fetch, chew on bones, annoy
Max, and he loves to cuddle up with anyone. He is the happiest,
sweetest, cutest dog I’ve ever known and he always has a way to make me
happy, no matter what is going on in my life. He’s a fighter, and he’s
going to get through this.
Through Twitter, I started a
hashtag, #PrayersforLeRoi. If you don’t understand Twitter, just know
that it is a way to connect with people all over the world who share
common interests as you. So many people have participated and sent their
thoughts, prayers, love and support out to LeRoi, me and my family. It
is truly remarkable to see people come together to help others who are
in need. Like I said before, the power of prayer has shown me so much in
the last few days.
“God didn’t promise days without pain,
laughter without sorrow, sun without rain. But, He did promise strength
for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way.”
what I’m asking from all of you who have taken the time to read this,
is your thoughts and prayers as we juggle this obstacle in our life.
LeRoi, as a precious, innocent little dog needs it. I need it, and my
family needs it. We, as neighbors, friends, colleagues, and human beings
need each other. I rely on the people in my life to help me get through
tough times, as we all do. I know God has a plan for all of us, and
these difficult times are His way of testing our strength, courage and
dignity. I will not give up, my precious baby boy isn’t giving up, and I
won’t give up on him.
Thank you all so much for the love
and support, and I will be sure to keep you all updated on the progress
of my little man. And I’m going to end this with some quotes that I
found and some pictures that have really helped me today.
God bless you all.
I love you, LeRoi.
is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear
above the winds. He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea.
He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being; by
the way he rests against my leg; by the way he thumps his tail at my
smallest smile; by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking
him. (I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care
for me.) When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. When I am angry,
he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I
am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without him, I am
only another man. With him, I am all-powerful. He is loyalty itself. He
has taught me the meaning of devotion. With him, I know a secret comfort
and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where before I was
ignorant. His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. His presence by
my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. He
has promised to wait for me… whenever… wherever – in case I need
him. And I expect I will – as I always have. He is just my dog.” -Gene
“Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.” -Roger Caras
When times are good, be happy; but when times are bad, consider: God has made the one as well as the other.
Give all your worries and cares to God, for he cares about you.
1 Peter 5:7
“My little dog – a heartbeat at my feet.” -Edith Wharton
can give up, it’s the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it
together when everyone else would understand if you fell apart, that’s
And, in the great words of Carrie Underwood:
“The more boys I meet, the more I love my dog.”