Finally, the faint glow of the vet’s office appeared through the blizzard. Allan exhaled a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. Pulling into the parking lot, he skidded to a stop and quickly carried the fawn inside.
The vet, true to his word, was ready and waiting. The vet immediately took the deer into the back, leaving Allan in the waiting area with the puppies tucked securely in their blanket. Hours passed, each minute stretching as Allan waited for any news.