This is my dog Brutus. They tell me he's a chihuahua, but he thinks he's a person. He is almost 8 years old, and he is lucky to be alive. See, when Brutus was about 1 year old, he slipped away from a dogsitter, out into a busy country road, and a car ran over him at around 55 miles per hour. I was called to the scene where he was hiding under the car. He pulled himself on his belly to me, since he couldn't walk. He didn't look good at all. He was bleeding, and his insides, well, they were on the outside. We got a police escort to the animal hospital, where they immediately started working on him, but things didn't look good. He had lots of serious lacerations, and his eye socket, pelvis, and tail were broken in several places. They did a really nice job putting him back together, but they didn't know how he would do long-term. I visited him before and after work every day for a week before he could come home, and then he still couldn't walk or control his own body. I bought preemie-sized diapers and cut out tail-holes. I took care of him round the clock, feeding him pureed baby food, which his still-healing system could digest.
After a few weeks of care, things started looking up. He started walking a little and that little tail started wagging more often. They had told me he would never be the same, but today, Brutus flies off the bed or couch to chase his favorite toy, his stuffed moose, and can run like the wind. He is completely recovered and normal. He's my miracle elf!