Some remembered the photograph from the roadside.
Some had donated toward veterinary expenses.
Others sent food, blankets, rehabilitation equipment or simply messages.
One comment came from Denise.
I knew you could do it, Shadow.
I read it aloud to him.
“You’re internet famous.”
Sombra sneezed.
“Exactly.”
Three days later, everything went wrong.
I had just finished his evening exercises.Book Workouts
He seemed tired but normal.
Then, while turning toward his bed, his rear legs suddenly gave way.
Not an ordinary stumble.
He cried out.
A sharp scream.
I dropped beside him.
“Sombra.”
He tried to move.
Another cry.
I froze.
The same fear from the clinic came rushing back.
Had the healing pelvis shifted?
Had rehabilitation caused damage?
Had I allowed too much activity?
I called the emergency number.
Dr. Morris answered.
“Bring him in.”
The drive felt longer than the first one.
Sombra lay in the rear seat panting.
