Fears And Worries
As the house remained silent, my imagination ran wild. A parade of worst-case scenarios played in my head. What if the surgery didn’t help the Labrador’s swollen face? I feared complications, unexpected issues, and even the possibility of the dog losing trust in me. The lack of control over tomorrow gnawed at me, but there was nothing I could do except hope for the best. The feeling of helplessness crept back throughout the lonely night, making it even harder to find peace.
Fears And Worries
Back To The Vet
Morning light filtered through my window, and despite the restless night, I was already up and moving. I felt a sense of urgency to return to the vet. The fresh air filled my lungs as I stepped outside, determined not to let fatigue hold me back. Arriving bright and early, I felt a mix of anticipation and hope, ready to see the results of our decision and hoping the new day would bring positive outcomes for the Labrador.
Back To The Vet
