Finally, the vet appeared, and she jumped up, racing towards him at speed and almost taking down the magazine rack stood in the way. Rob was barely able to keep up with her as the man raised his hands, obviously used to distraught owners. Bringing calm and quiet with a gesture and a sympathetic smile.
‘He’s stable and sedated.’ The man said softly, Rob coming up to slide his arms around her shoulders behind her.
‘Any idea what’s wrong with him?’ Rob’s deep voice over her head was calming her manic panic, unable to form questions of her own and searching the man’s face for any clue to an answer.
‘There’s a chance he has ingested something highly toxic, either a plant or something left in your garden. The way you said he threw up in the garden has probably purged his system of whatever it
