“Looks like it’s mostly fine,” Peter said after a thorough check. “Dehydrated, exhausted, and there’s a sprain in its front paw. It’ll need a splint, but nothing serious. This one’s a survivor.” Julie felt a wave of emotion wash over her.
The tension and fear of the night melted away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of relief and gratitude. “You’re going to be okay,” she whispered to the dog, her voice breaking slightly. Peter secured the splint with practiced hands, wrapping the dog’s paw carefully.