Chapter 9
Located a short distance down the mountain from The Peak, I arrived at the vet clinic with my heart pounding.
I gazed down at Maori in one of the treatment rooms. A very sick dog lay before me.
“Oh, Tari, she looks so lifeless,” my mother said. Normally stoic, this situation proved difficult for her and, actually, for both of us.
“Let me talk to the vet,” I said. I needed to hear the words from him.
We found Dr. Cabin in his office. The vet ran his hands through his curly hair. He tried to be reassuring but his eyes showed concern. “I’ve operated and Maori is holding her own, but this is a very crucial time.”
“Is there anything we can do?” I asked, although I was pretty sure what his answer was going to be.
“No, we just need to wait and see. I’m here to stay with her.”
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