By the fifth day, the vet smiled as he entered. “Good news,” she said. “They’re ready for release. We found a shelter that’ll take them.”
Thomas hesitated. “A shelter?” He glanced at the mother and pup, sleeping pressed together. The thought of leaving them behind twisted his chest.
The vet studied him for a moment, then said gently, “Unless you have somewhere else in mind.”
He didn’t answer right away—but the look on his face said everything. “Yeah,” he finally said. “I think I do.”
