He studied her face, the streaks of tar, the fear and hope mingling in her eyes. Finally he nodded. “All right. We prep a travel carrier. Oxygen tank portable. If he crashes en route, we turn back. Understood?”
She nodded, fists clenched to keep from crying again. They wrapped the pup in a clean fleece, ran the oxygen line into a small crate, and secured tiny sensors to miniature pads on its paws. The monitor’s green light flickered like a cautious heartbeat.