The veterinary clinic’s sign flickered ahead, a comforting beacon of hope. Derrick burst through the doors, breathless and sweaty, cradling Rusty’s limp body. A receptionist gasped, rushing to guide him to an examination room. Derrick’s heart pounded erratically, desperate for any sign that his beloved companion would be okay.
Once a veterinarian arrived, they gently lifted Rusty onto a stainless-steel table. Derrick stood back, hands trembling at his sides. He watched as the vet checked Rusty’s pulse, pupils, and breathing. Soft murmurs filled the room, heightening Derrick’s sense of dread. Time seemed suspended in that stark, sterile space.