It is10:00onaSaturdaynight. Thedoors totheanimalemergencyroom flyopen.cyruscarriesatinyblacklab
puppyintothebuilding. “Savehim.Please!” the mancries. “He ranout intothe street andgothitbya car.” Thepuppy
is whining. There is a lot of blood. Dr. Williams comes from behind the desk.She reads the puppy’s name tag. “Here,
let me take Lobofrom you,” Dr.Williams tells Cyrusgently. “I will takehim inthebackforx-rays andsee whatneeds
tobe done.” When Dr. Williams gets to theback, she takes a closer look at Lobo. Her face looks grim.She can see the
dog’s legisbrokenbadly.Shefears thereisotherdamageshecannot see. Theassistants intheroom aresilent. Everyone
knows that Lobo maynot survive. Ifhedoes survive,his leginjury maybesoseverethat walking willbehardforhim to
do. Thex-rays show that Lobo’s front leghasbeenbrokeninthreeplaces. He is alsobleedinginside. Dr.Williamsgets
to work.Sheknows she must stopthebleedingquickly. The surgerytakes twohours. Dr. Williamsfixes thedamage to
Lobo’s leg.She stops thebleedinginsidehis chest. “I willgotell Lobo’sowner that this littlepupisgoingto make it,”
Dr. Williams says. “We’ll see ina few weeks how well he will walk again.”