Thursday evening, our renter accidentally left the door open when he took out the trash. Cash and Paisley were in my room with me but then Cash walked out. He must have seen the door open and decided to go explore because the next thing we heard was yelling, tire screeching and a honk honking.
The oldest and I took off running through the house, my initial thought was that there was a fox outside, but when we heard the car noises I realized Cash was missing. When we got outside, the oldest reached Cash before me and yelled out that he'd been hit. He had a big gash on his hind leg, was obviously in a lot of pain and limping and very scared. I scooped him up in my arms and ran to the car with him.
