The Weight of Distress
Becky crouched next to the frightened dog, her gaze fixed on the unfortunate animal’s abdomen. With every feeble breath, it rose and fell like some abnormal tidal, grotesquely enormous. “Hang on, baby girl, just hang on,” she said softly as she ran her palm over the dog’s rough coat. Becky appeared calm on the outside, but her mind was racing with worries and concerns. She had never encountered anything like this before.
The Weight Of Distress
Whispers of Worry
Unease pervaded the sanctuary. Employees exchanged suspicious glances as they looked at the sad canine. What do you believe it to be? One murmured, avoiding close contact. “Perhaps it’s cancer,” said another gloomily, shaking their head. There was sad conjecture in the room, and tension. Becky ignored the commotion and concentrated on the necessities. Before additional harm could be done, the ultrasonography equipment needs to be put up as soon as possible. There was not much time.
Whispers Of Worry
