Tools and Tremors
They wheeled the bull terrier into the little, dark operation room at the rear and put her onto a trolley. The air was sharply scented with sterility. The youngest vet tech, Lucy, hovered close by. “This doesn’t look right, Becky,” she said, her voice almost audible above a whisper. Unconfident in her ability to talk, Becky nodded. Her gaze remained fixed on the shuddering dog as she sensed the growing tension all around them.
Tools And Tremors
Reassurance
Becky put a gentle palm on the dog’s nose. “You’re not going to die today, my love,” she said in a quiet voice. She couldn’t get rid of the notion that nothing fully described what she’d witnessed, even as her thoughts raced with potential explanations: parasites, abnormalities, or even some terrible mistreatment. Becky could feel the burden of duty bearing down on her. There were no second chances, so whatever this was, she had to do it correctly.
Reassurance
