He rested his chin on the blanket.
“You’re fostering.”
His tail tapped once.
The first night was difficult.
At two in the morning he began panting and trying to reposition himself.
I checked his medication schedule.
Nothing was due.
I sat beside him.
“Pain?”
He looked toward the hallway.
I opened the back door.
Outside, the yard was dark.
Sombra became alert immediately.
I slid the sling beneath him and helped him outside.
The moment his front paws touched grass, he froze.Find Pet Care
His nose lifted.
For several seconds he simply smelled the night.
Then he moved forward.
One front paw.
Another.
I supported most of the weight behind him.
His back feet dragged lightly.
We went perhaps twelve feet.
Then he stopped.
I started to turn him around.
He resisted.
“Enough.”
He looked ahead.
“No.”
He pulled forward with his front legs.
I laughed softly.
“Stubborn.”
