“Hey, pup.” I knelt down, and she hobbled to me, covering my face with doggy kisses and trying to climb onto my lap. I buried my face in the ruff of her neck. How could I have her put to sleep, when she appeared so alive? “Okay, Dr. Morse. Do whatever you have to do.”
“You’re making the best choice for her, Mr. Matheson.”
“When will you…” I looked up at her and swallowed, “…take her leg?”
“Tomorrow morning. I’ll make sure she’s first on the schedule.”
“Will we be able to see her before she goes under?”
“Of course. Can you come by before eight?”
“Yeah.” I turned back to Deety. “You have to stay here a little longer, okay, pup? And you know what? The whole family is gonna come see you tomorrow!” She licked my cheek. “Be a good girl, Deety.”
“We’ll take very good care of her, Mr. Mathe
