Watching Pets Come And Go
I watched as people and their pets came and went, their faces lit with relief as they left Dr. Lane’s office, worries behind them. Each cheerful exit tugged at my patience and stirred a quiet envy—while their concerns had been resolved, I was still waiting, caught in uncertainty and fear for Max. Their smiles were bittersweet reminders of what I hoped for most: to see Max walk out of that room healthy and happy. Every few minutes, my eyes drifted to the door, silently wishing it would open for us next.
Watching Pets Come And Go
Finally Called Back In
After what felt like an eternity, Dr. Lane finally called me back into the examination room, offering a kind smile as she held the door open. “Sorry for the wait,” she said gently, and my heart skipped a beat as I stepped inside. The anticipation had been building for so long that I wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or afraid. What were they going to say about Max? I took a deep breath, steadying myself, trying to brace for whatever news was about to come.
Finally Called Back In
