On a beautiful spring day, one weekend, I was at home, and the afternoon my mother asked me to going with the puppy outside, to walk him. His name is Tommy and he was about three years old when that happened.
While we were walking in front of the block, I noticed that Tommy was spinning his leash, managed to escape, running after a pigeon, who annoyed him. As I ran after him to catch him, he suddenly wented up the street, at the same time ...... passing a car that stepped up him. I went desperately to him, seeing him bleed. I called the vet, he quickly got to the place where Tommy was stepped by the car. I was with them, and at that moment the doctor said he'd put him in as soon as we get to the doctor's office, my dog, . When I got there, he grabbed Tommy, to take himinto the O.R., telling me his chances of surviving are minimal, plus he was the only doctor in the office. I cried throughout the operation, thinking about him and the doctor's words. At some point, after about three hours, the doctor came out of the room, smiling on his lips, telling me that Tommy was fine. That's while I felt extremely happy. [u]He [bfollowing a recovery period for him, but it all ended well.
It's a Miracle...
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