The vet handed Thomas a clipboard. “They’re clear to leave soon. Both healthy—though I wouldn’t separate them.” She smiled knowingly. “Seems like they come as a set.”
Thomas chuckled, but his voice caught. “Yeah. I noticed.”
He glanced through the glass again. Tracks was licking Switch’s face, nudging him upright like a parent teaching a child to stand.
“You’d think he raised him,” Thomas said quietly. “In a way,” the vet replied, “he did.”
