In hushed tones, the vet explained, “His vitals are dangerously low. We were about to start euthanasia because waiting any longer could mean needless suffering.” Derrick’s heart slammed painfully in his chest. “No,” he croaked, voice cracking, “there’s money now. I won’t let him go without a fight.”
The vet pulled on latex gloves, meeting Derrick’s desperate gaze. “We’ll prepare him for emergency intervention. It’s a long shot, but if you’re certain…” Derrick swallowed the lump in his throat. “I am. Please, try.” The vet nodded and hurried through the swinging doors, leaving Derrick trembling in the chair.