My training both saved me and failed me

I write this to more provide closure than anything else but if it helps one person its an added bonus. 11 days ago my dog was hit by a truck and killed. I have 4k cameras on my house and caught most of the events on camera even if some were further out of clarity. At 10:04am on a Wednesday my dog was playing in my front yard. At 10:08am my dog died in my arms.My 30lbs Boston Terrier wedged his body through my front gate. My mother n law is my neighbor and thought she saw him and alerted me in minutes. As I start to run down the road calling for him, I see a F150 stopped in the middle of road. Its 10:07am. As I run up, I see my dog lifeless in the street. I begin to shout at the guy to get out and ask if he hit my dog. I get a “I don’t think so” but its obvious the guy is nervous. At this point I get enraged and scream at him repeating my question. I get a “I may have, I think I did.” A minute has passed, it took this long to assess what is/was the threat and has it disappeared. I determine the threat is no longer. I turn to my dog and examine him. I see his stomach has 5-inch gash exposing his intestines. I know he’s dead. This is the most furious / angry / manic / livid I have been in decades. This is where my training saved me. I, for the most part, believe in an eye for an eye. During this event, I am conceal carrying a loaded Glock 43. At no time did I think to pull my weapon whether to threaten, intimate, or seek retribution. My training through range time, reading, video, and discussion has me prepared to draw when a threat is present. My subconscious saved me. There was no threat, just anger. Its now 10:08am. I pick my dog up to the best of ability, and for a lack of a better phrase, keep him together. There is no blood, but the image is unimaginable. I start to run home as my dog takes one single breathe, its was his last.At this point my mother n law is in protective mode. She runs to get my 2 year old daughter to keep her from seeing what happened. I get to my house and get my wife to get her keys to get us to the vet. My wife, as anyone can image, is a mess. We are in the car, trying to determine the closest vet, while questions, crying, screaming, and shear not paying attention to the road is happening. If I had to guess, 7 minutes have passed since the time I picked up my dog. 7 minutes where my CPR training wasn’t used. I was so shooken/shocked, I was trying to protect my daughter, I was trying to protect my wife, and I was trying to process what was happening all while trying to get to the vet and keep my dog’s intestines from falling out, I absolutely failed on something I train yearly for; CPR. The drive to the vet took 10 minutes, 7 minutes of which my dog didn’t receive CPR. I doubt this would have made a difference, but I am not a doctor, just someone who failed to implement what I practice only once a year. My pup was dead on arrival after two separate epinephrine shots; he just turned 2 years old back in May.I hold back tears as I type this, but I know two things. The dedication of my firearms training saved me that day from making an irreversible mistake. Additionally, my CPR and traumatic wound training will exponentially increase. I couldn’t fathom typing this if my daughter replaced my dog in this story. My apologies for the depressing post on a Sunday evening, but I needed this and I hope its helps others remember what training can do. via /r/CCW https://ift.tt/2G7bTTr