Post by Manfred Aachen on Dec 1, 2012 13:56:08 GMT -6
Manfred carried Serentity in his arms as he ran towards the vet clinic. The dog had suddenly had trouble breathing, and he had figured that the time it took for him to start his car would be equal to the time it took him to run across campus. As he reached the door, he was glad to see that the vet was still in, although the man did seem to be getting ready to leave. Manfred didn't even have to explain what was going on. The vet took one look at the dog gasping in Manfred's arms and opened the door again, "The examination room is on the right."
Manfred nodded and carried Serenity in, placing her onto the table. The vet used a stethoscope to listen to her lungs, and the frown on his face explained everything. The vet mentioned that an x-ray would help, and Manfred nodded, giving his permission for anything that might help the dog.
The x-ray wasn't promising. The dog's lungs looked like Swiss cheese, with holes everywhere. This seemed to stump the man, until Manfred told the story that he had been told when he adopted the puppy. Understanding showed in the other man's eyes, and he explained their options, which were rather limited.
Manfred sighed as he looked at the dog choking on the table, petting her one last time. He couldn't let her suffer, even though she seemed to have been getting better. He gave the word, then kept petting the dog as the vet drew up the medication that would be needed. A shot, and the dog slowly stopped gasping for breath. Finally, she slumped, and Manfred bit the inside of his cheek, petting the limp body. He knew it was for the best, but still, he had grown to like the little puppy.
Manfred nodded and carried Serenity in, placing her onto the table. The vet used a stethoscope to listen to her lungs, and the frown on his face explained everything. The vet mentioned that an x-ray would help, and Manfred nodded, giving his permission for anything that might help the dog.
The x-ray wasn't promising. The dog's lungs looked like Swiss cheese, with holes everywhere. This seemed to stump the man, until Manfred told the story that he had been told when he adopted the puppy. Understanding showed in the other man's eyes, and he explained their options, which were rather limited.
Manfred sighed as he looked at the dog choking on the table, petting her one last time. He couldn't let her suffer, even though she seemed to have been getting better. He gave the word, then kept petting the dog as the vet drew up the medication that would be needed. A shot, and the dog slowly stopped gasping for breath. Finally, she slumped, and Manfred bit the inside of his cheek, petting the limp body. He knew it was for the best, but still, he had grown to like the little puppy.
