“What did you want to talk about that we couldn’t talk about in my kitchen or yours?” Kayla reached over and tapped her sister’s arm.
Melanie looked up from the mug of hot tea she’d been staring into. Sitting back and stretching her legs out, she met Kayla’s eyes. “We give these people only weeks. What if we’re wrong? This one I have now, Nick, he’s not the first one.”
“Mel…maybe try to make some sense.” Kayla smiled at their waitress when menus were set down. She waited until the woman was at the next table and out of earshot. “He’s not the first one what?”
“He’s not going to make it and I’m going to have to let him be euthanized. The thing is, he and others like him…Well, I’m not convinced the situation isn’t that they can’t be taught to live without their owners. He’s mourning. Other
