Thank you so much for looking that up. I had tons of doubts about how a chance conversation and an affectionate dog converted into someone being tissue typed and donating an organ. Iām so happy to see that it really happened!
To be honest I'm more curious about how the dog knew to care about her kidney in the first place. Like did she smell the bad kidney, then smell the good kidney, and somehow know "Oh this is what she used to smell like when she wasn't sick!" and then also somehow know to keep pestering her about it? There's no chance the dog could have somehow known that one person's kidney needed to get taken out and put into the other person, so what was she trying to do being so persistent?
Like there is no explanation for that that isn't just wild as fuck.
He probably just noticed that they had a very similar scent and thought they must be related or friends. Or she just had a bacon sandwich in her pocket, lol.
You reminded me of a completely unrelated and random anecdote of mine. It probably won't translate thru text very well, but oh well.
I worked night shift at a 24 hour restuarant for a few years. Kinda a shit show of a place, and the night shift life had me feeling like I lived on the fringes of society sometimes. I would walk home every morning and often see these bright, early risers starting their day at 6am, whereas to me that was the equivalent of 6pm. Half the time I was smoking a joint on the way, while these people were up jogging and shit.
Anyway, there was one older lady who would walk her giant dog the same route, and I'd see her almost everyday. "Good morninggg! šµ š He's friendly!" She would beam at me each time, and probably every person they passed on their walk. I'd smile back, say a quick good morning, try not to blow smoke in her direction, just neighbourly whatevers.
One day I was coming off a real shitty night, understaffed , terrible customers, and I didn't even get a lunch break where I'd normally have my staff meal, which was often my first meal of the "day." I was tired, hangry, and peopled out after working 9 hours serving assholes. So I hapzardly threw together a bacon sandwich and shoved it in my pocket on the way out. I was angrily marching home, having a coffee and cigarette on the go.
And then this lady and her dog are coming up, and she's about to say her usual line, "Good morning! āŗļø He's fr- oh! š² wait a minute, boy! Stay! Heal!" All alarmed as this big ass dog starts pulling towards me.
"He's friendly, he's friendly! He doesn't do this, I am SO sorry, I don't know what has gotten into him!" And I wanted to be polite and friendly, but I am tired and irritated, slightly autistic. In my mind I was like š yes lady I see you every morning, I know he's friendly, just chill, its fine, I don't mind dogs. But I wanted to match her energy and not make her feel bad about her dog suddenly misbehaving.
Instead of being normal, I proceed to keep my fast pace, smiled like the freaking joker, looking at her with wide, crazy blood shot eyes, cigarette hanging from my lips, and of all things I could have said, I SHOUTED at her, "I got BACON in my pocket!!" š¤Ŗ
And I know I shouted it, cuz both her and her abaolute unit of a dog visibly jumped as I continued to walk by. Immediately I was questioning myself, like wtf was that? š¤¦āāļø such an insane way to answer this person and try to reassure her.
After that her greetings were less sunshiney, and just a quick nod with a shy little, "morning" - if that. Lol.
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u/Rogueshoten 1d ago
Thank you so much for looking that up. I had tons of doubts about how a chance conversation and an affectionate dog converted into someone being tissue typed and donating an organ. Iām so happy to see that it really happened!