At Last, It’s Our Turn
After what felt like an eternity, I finally heard Max’s name called, and a wave of relief swept over me. Carefully, I scooped him up and followed the assistant down the hallway into an examination room. The walls were decorated with cheerful posters of smiling pets, but the sterile scent of antiseptic reminded me this wasn’t just a routine visit. At least now Max was in the right place. I just prayed whatever was wrong wasn’t too serious.
At Last, It’s Our Turn
Visiting with Dr. Lane
Dr. Lane entered with a reassuring smile that instantly eased some of my anxiety. She knelt beside Max, gently petting him as she said warmly, “Let’s see what’s going on with you, little guy.” There was something about her calm, caring demeanor that made it clear she truly cared, and it brought me a sense of comfort I hadn’t felt all day. As I watched her examine Max with such tenderness, a small flicker of hope began to rise within me.
Visiting With Dr. Lane
