“He kind of… dragged one side.”
I closed my eyes.
“When was this?”
“Maybe three weeks ago.”
Three weeks.
So Sombra had been in the area.
Injured.
Visible.
Alive.
I thanked him and hung up.
The next morning I arrived before the clinic officially opened.
Marisol met me at the door.
“He’s still here.”
Those four words nearly made my knees weak.
“Did he eat?”
“A little.”
“How little?”
“Three bites.”
I smiled before I could stop myself.
“Three?”
“Three.”
“That’s something.”
“It’s definitely something.”
Sombra was awake.
When I entered the treatment area, his ears moved.Find ENT Doctors
Then something happened that none of us expected.
His tail shifted.
Barely.
One small movement against the blanket.
Marisol pointed.
“Did you see that?”
“I saw it.”
Sombra looked at me.
“You know me.”
His tail moved again.
That tiny motion affected me more than any dramatic rescue moment could have.
