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Doctor Acted at a Blink and Saved a Dog’s Life Whose Leash Was Stuck in a Moving Elevator

Canine got trapped between the elevator doors.

New York, January 1, 2020: Shocking footage shows the moment a doctor saved a dog’s life after he became trapped in an elevator door and almost choked to death. The incident happened when elevator doors at a Florida apartment complex closed on a dog’s leash and dragged the animal up toward the ceiling on Sunday.

Mutt was about to choke

As per Dailymail Mohammed Awad, a local doctor, is seen in the footage walking into the lobby at the Olympus Harbour Island Apartments, in Tampa. The dog, which is brown in color, then walks towards the elevator door and his owner appears not to know as the canine then becomes trapped between the elevator doors. Just moments later, the elevator car moves up and the dog is dragged up and choked by its collar. ‘The dog was basically like, choking, choking, choking,’ Awad told KHOU.  Awad and the apparent owners are then seen in the footage frantically trying to take the leash off the dog before they both fall to the ground.

Doctor immediately acted

‘I’m basically trying to break the leash away from the dog’s neck,’ Awad said. ‘You can see in the video, my first try I couldn’t get it and I basically looked up and thought in one second, ‘I can’t do this, it’s too hard but I’m going to try it one more time and give it everything I have. ‘I jumped up again and I basically last minute got it. The dog basically had one or two seconds left.’ Mohammed’s brother Faris posted the video along with the caption: ‘My Brother saved a dogs life.’ The footage generated much reaction on social media, with users praising Awad’s quick thinking. It is not clear whether the woman was the dog’s owner or was just looking after him. But neither the dog nor the doctor were harmed during the shocking incident.

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Just Now is Enough

Living with old dogs…it’s an adventure, to put it kindly. A rollercoaster, even. It’s what my life is like these days.

New Delhi, November 10, 2019: It’s after dark and drizzly, and Bullet has come in from his final bathroom break of the night: a quick pee in the downstairs yard a few hours after our last walk. This is how it is when you live with an old dog: you measure your days and nights by the size of his bladder.

When Bullet was younger, he would pace and whine when he needed to go out; nowadays, he totters to his feet even as you curse yourself for moving into a top floor house for its views. I’m thankful for him because while he’s 12, he makes it all the way outside before relieving himself. But soon, he might not. “How old is your dog,” strangers will sometimes ask me on our puttering neighbourhood dog walks. “Twelve,” I’ll answer, to varying responses.

Some folks marvel at how good Bullet looks for his age: slow-moving and methodical, but without noticeable graying. Other folks the ones who have lived with old dogs of their own, I suspect nod with a resigned expression. Twelve, both they and I know, is real old for a Labrador: a handful of friends have lost their dogs this past year, and all of those dogs were even less. When you live with a 12-year-old dog, you have no delusions: you know nothing is guaranteed, just this walk, this step.

It’s the most valuable lesson any old dog–any sentient being–can offer. When you live with an old dog, you gradually become accustomed to living your life moment-by-moment, the limitations of your pet’s declining body revealing the breadth and depth of your patience and priorities. Mindful of the length of even the healthiest dog’s life, you learn to take the long view in all you do. “After he’s gone,” you silently ask yourself, “will I care whether I finished those papers, answered those emails, or checked off those other to-dos?” When you live with an old dog, you remind yourself time and again that sentient beings are always more important than tasks. After Bullet’s gone, I won’t care whether I accomplished everything on my to-do list, but I will care that I was fully present for his final days, however many they might be. When you live with an old dog, you sometimes find yourself getting teary-eyed on an otherwise serene dog-walk because you know these days are precious: one day, you know, you’ll miss the trouble of cleaning up accidents and the glacial pace of coaxing an elderly animal down stairs, one step at a time.

Are you living with an old dog? Write to us with your adventures and roller coaster rides. We’d love to empathize with you.

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