It Seemed This Puppy Had No Chance To Live, But At The Very Last Moment The Vet Thought To Take A Closer Look (2 of 3)

I sat there frozen, my hands cupped around Daisy’s tiny body, as the vet turned to prepare the injection. I wanted to scream, to demand they try something else, anything else, but my voice wouldn’t come.

Then the door opened.

A tall man in a navy blue smock walked in — the clinic’s head veterinarian. He’d apparently been passing by when he noticed the chart on the counter and came to check. He gave me a polite nod before walking over to the table.

“What’s going on here?” he asked, his tone calm but firm.

“She’s terminal,” the younger vet replied. “It’s the kindest option.”

The older vet didn’t answer right away. Instead, he gently lifted one of Daisy’s paws, turning it over in his hand. Then he checked the other. His brow furrowed.

“Hold on,” he said sharply, his voice cutting through the room. “Don’t touch that needle.”

Everyone froze.

He leaned in closer, running his thumb over the pads of her feet. “This isn’t what you think it is,” he murmured.

I blinked, confused. “What do you mean?”

He glanced up at me, his expression softening. “I think your puppy’s not dying. I think she’s been misdiagnosed.”