Chapter 10The veterinary receptionist smiled up at us as my son and I tore into the vet’s office.
“Mr. Matheson. John Robert. Are you here to see Deety? She’s responding well to the treatment, and Dr. Morse is certain she’ll be able to go home, maybe as soon as—” She took in the blood-soaked towel Jar was holding and quickly became all business. “Go into Room 3.” She thumbed the intercom. “Tech to Room 3. Dr. Morse, we have an emergency. Room 3.”
Dr. Morse hurried in, pausing in surprise when she saw us. “Mr. Matheson…” Then she saw the little bundle on the examining table. “What happened?”
“I got her here as quickly as I could. Our neighbor’s dog got into the yard and did this,” I explained as she carefully unwrapped the towel. “Please. Do whatever you have to in order to save her.”
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