Anxious Anticipation
The minutes dragged by as I watched the clock in the waiting room. I couldn’t sit still, so I began pacing back and forth. Tap, tap, tap went my foot against the floor, and biting my nails didn’t help either. My mind raced with all the possible reasons for the dog’s condition. Just as my patience was running thin, the door finally opened.
Anxious Anticipation
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Hearing the News
Dr. Lewis emerged with a serious expression, pausing briefly before gesturing for me to come inside. My heart skipped a beat. As I followed him in, a wave of thoughts rushed through my mind. I hoped whatever he had to say wouldn’t be too bad. I just wanted to know how the dog was doing and what steps we needed to take next to help him.
Hearing The News
