The older puppy was frantic, trying to climb up beside the table until Ethan crouched to hold it back. “She’s helping,” he whispered. “Let her work.” The seconds stretched endlessly. Then, suddenly, the smaller dog’s body went still. Ethan froze. “Wait—what’s happening?”
The vet leaned closer, pressing her stethoscope tight to the tiny chest. “Come on, buddy,” she murmured. Another breath. Another compression. For a moment, nothing moved. Then, a faint, raspy whimper. “He’s breathing,” the vet said softly, eyes lifting. “He’s going to make it.”