A Second Chance



It was around 11PM on a Monday night in March. My husband came in carrying Razz in his arms. He put him on the floor in front of me. Razz couldn't walk.

I slept with him on the couch. In the morning when he woke, Razz was panting and the look on his face was like WTF is going on, Mom? I told my husband to cancel our appointments for the day and we took Razz to the Vet.

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