Moments of Waiting
Once they disappeared through the door, I found myself back in the lobby. The minutes seemed to drag on, stretching into what felt like hours, as I distracted myself with old magazines scattered around the waiting area. Each page turn felt like an eternity, but it was better than sitting there doing nothing. As I skimmed through random articles, my mind raced with thoughts of the Labrador, hoping for the best while waiting for news from Dr. Lewis about its condition.
Moments Of Waiting
The Doors Open
After what felt like an eternity, the doors finally opened, and Dr. Lewis walked in, clipboard in hand. He had a slightly tired look, but his demeanor suggested he was ready to deliver news. I straightened up in my chair, my heart racing. Whatever he had to say, I knew I needed to be prepared to hear it and take whatever steps were necessary for the Labrador’s health.
The Doors Open
