His beloved dog, Scrappy, had been struck by a car and killed on a street in Santa Rosa's Railroad Square when Vincent "Vinnie" Hase and I met last February. He was feeling like he'd been run over, too.
Vinnie had cared for that female blue heeler mix, and vice versa, for 17 years lived largely on the streets. "I think she saved my life," he told me.
People who work or live in that historic part of downtown or pass by the many homeless while visiting the restaurants and shops had found it bittersweet to see Vinnie, a merchant mariner far from his last ship but still riding harsh seas, push Scrappy around in an improvised shopping cart, like she was Cleopatra.
The two of them were crossing Wilson Street, not far from the St. Vincent de Paul kitchen and the Redwood Gospel Mission, and Scrappy was walking just behind Vinnie. When a car hit her and kept going, Vinnie hastened after it, pleading with the woman at the wheel to stop.
He told me he meant her no harm, he just felt he had to see and say something to the person who accidentally killed his dog.
The driver didn't come back. Friends, most notably Mary Quinn, who works constantly to serve and find homes for pets through her All Aboard Animal Rescue, helped Vinnie with cremation.
On Feb. 14, I wrote a few lines about Vinnie and his loss. Several people reached out to him and some offered to help him get another dog.
He thanked them and said he didn't want to rush into trying to fill the hole in his life left by Scrappy.
After that, I didn't see Vinnie again. The other day, an email arrived beneath the subject line, "An article you wrote may have saved my homeless uncle's life."